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ORDER OF ARRANGEMENT. 



HYiTNS. 

Hymns of Praise, 1 — 23 

Hymns of Devotion, . . . . ^ . . 24 — 199 

Believers' Comfort, 200 — 210 

Miscellaneous and Occasional, . 211 — 220 
Prayer for Those at Sea, .... 221 — 224 
Opening and Closing Hymns, . . . 325 — 303 

The Scriptures, 304 — 312 

The Holy Spirit, 313 — 329 

Christian Activity, 330 — 342 

The Advent, 343 — 359 

The Passion, 360 — 377 

Praise to the Risen Lord, ; . . . 378 — 419 

Love to Christ, 420 — 472 

Invitations, 473 — 500 

Communion Hymns, 501 — 525 

The Church, 526 — 532 

Missions, 533 — 554 

Youth, 555 — 557 

The Death of a Child, 558 — 559 

The Judgment, 560 — 568 

Heavenly Anticipations, 569 — 583 

Time and Eternity, 584 — 627 

Death of a Christian, 628 — 644 

Chants, 645 — 655 

Doxologies, 656 — 682 



HYMNS OF THE AGES. 



1 Psalm c. It. ML 

1 All people that on earth do dwell, 

Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice ; 
Him serve with mirth, his praise . forth tell* 
Come ye before him and rejoice. 

2 Know that the Lord is God indeed ; 

Without our aid he did us make ; 
We are his flock, he doth us feed, 
And for his sheep he doth us take. 

3 Oh ! enter then his gates with praise, 

Approach with joy his courts unto ; 
Praise, laud, and bless his name always, 
For it is seemly so to do. 

4 For why? the Lord our God is good, 

His mercy is forever sure : 
His truth at all times firmly stood, 
And shall from age to age endure. 

Eev. William Kethe, 1561. 

i, Doxology. L. ML 

Peaise God, from whom all blessings flow • 
Praise him, all creatures here below; 
Praise him above, ye heavenly host; 
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 

Bishop Thomas Ken (1637-1711), 1697.. 
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t> HYMNS OF PEAISE. 

Psalm c. L. M 

1 Before Jehovah's awful throne, 

Ye nations, bow with sacred joy; 
Know that the Lord is God alone ; 
He can create and he destroy. 

2 His sovereign power, without our aid, 

Made us of clay, and formed us men ; 
And when, like wand'ring sheep, we strayed, 
He brought us to his fold again. 

3 We are his people, we his care, 

Our souls and all our mortal frame ; 
What lasting honors shall we rear, 
Almighty Maker, to thy name ? 

4 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs, 

High as the heavens our voices raise ; 
And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, 
Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise, 
f) Wide as the world is thy command, 
Vast as eternity thy love ; 
Firm as a rock thy truth must stand, 
When rolling years shall cease to move. 
Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 
Rev. John Wesley (1703-1791.) 

4 "Einfeste Burg ist unser Gott." P. M. 

1 A safe stronghold our God is still, 
A trusty shield and weapon ; 
He'll help us clear from all the ill 
That hath us now o'ertaken. 
The ancient prince of hell 
Hath risen with purpose fell ; 
Strong mail of craft and power 
He weareth in this hour, 
On earth is not his fellow. 



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2 With force of arms we nothing can ; 

Full soon were we down-ridden 
But for us fights the proper Man, 
Whom God himself hath bidden. 

Ask ye who is this same ? 

Christ Jesus is his name, 

The Lord Sabaoth's Son ! 

He and no other one 
Shall conquer in the battle. 

3 And were this world all devils o'er, 

And watching to devour us, 

We lay it not to heart so sore, 

Not they can overpower us. 

And let the prince of ill 

Look grim as e'er he will , 

He harms us not a whit : 

For why? His doom is writ, 
One little word shall slay him. 

4 That word, for all their craft and force, 

One moment will not linger, 
But, spite of hell, shall have its course, 
'Tis written by his finger. 

And though they take our life, 

Goods, honor, children, wife, 

Yet is their profit small ; 

These things shall vanish all, 
The kingdom ours remaineth. 

Martin Luther (1483 1646. > 
Tr. by Thomas Carlyle (1795-1881.) 

Matthew xxi. 9. 8s & 7s, IX. 

1 Ceown his head with endless blessing, 

Who, in God the Father's name, 
With compassions never ceasing, 
Comes salvation to proclaim. 



# HYMNS OF PRAISE. 

Hail, ye saints, who know his favor, 
Who within his gates are found ; 

Hail, ye saints, the exalted Saviour, 
Let his courts with praise resound. 

2 Lo, Jehovah, we adore thee ; 

Thee our Saviour ! thee our God! 
From his throne his beams of glory 

Shine through all the world abroad. 
In his word his light arises, 

Brightest beams of truth and grace ; 
Bind, oh! bind your sacrifices, 

In his courts your offerings place. 

3 Jesus, thee our Saviour hailing, 

Thee our God in praise we own ; 
Highest honors, never failing, 

Kise eternal round thy throne ; 
Now, ye saints, his power confessing, 

In your grateful strains adore ; 
For his mercy, never ceasing, 

Flows, and flows for evermore. 

Rev. Wm. Goode, 1811. 

6 Psalm xlviii. S. M. 

1 Far as thy name is known 

The world declares thy praise ; 
Thy saints, O Lord, before thy throne 
Their songs of honor raise. 

2 With joy thy people stand 

On Zion's chosen hill, 
Proclaim the wonders of thy hand, 
And counsels of thy will. 



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3 Let strangers walk around 
The city where we dwell, 
Compass and view the holy ground, 
And mark the building well. 

,4 The God we worship now 
Will guide us till we die ; 
Will be our God while here below, 
And ours above the sky. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-171S.) 

1 The spacious firmam'nt. L. M. D 
t The spacious firmament on high, 

With all the blue ethereal sky, 

And spangled heavens, a shining frame,. 

Their great Original proclaim : 

Th' unwearied sun, from day to day, 

Does his Creator's power display ; 

And publishes to every land 

The work of an almighty hand. 

2 Soon as the evening shades prevail, 
The moon takes up the wondrous tale, 
And nightly to the listening earth 
Repeats the story of her birth ; 
Whilst all the stars that round her burn,, 
And all the planets in their turn, 
Confirm the tidings as they roll, 

And spread the truth from pole to pole. 

3 What though in solemn silence all 
Move round this dark terrestrial ball ; 
What though no real voice nor sound. 
Amidst their radiant orbs be found : 



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10 HYMNS OF PRAISE. 

In reason's ear they all rejoice, 
And utter forth a glorious voice ; 
For ever singing, as they shine, 
" The hand that made us is divine." 

Joseph Addison (1672-1719), 1712. 

Psalm xcii. L. M. 

1 Sweet is the work, my G-od, my king, 

To praise thy name, give thanks and sing, 
To show thy love by morning light, 
And talk of all thy truth at night. 

2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest ; 

No mortal care shall seize my breast ; 
Oh ! may my heart in tune be found, 
Like David's harp of solemn sound. 

3 My heart shall triumph in my Lord, 
And bless his works and bless his word ; 
Thy works of grace, how bright they shine, 
How deep thy counsels! how divine! 

4 Then I shall share a glorious part, 
When grace hath well refined my heart, 
And fresh supplies of joy are shed, 
Like holy oil upon my head. 

£ Then shall I see, and hear, and know 
All I desired or wished below ; 
And every power find sweet employ, 
In that eternal world of joy. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 
5J Prayer to the Holy Trinity. L. M. 

1 Father of all, whose love profound 
A ransom for our souls hath found, 
Before thy throne we sinners bend ; 
To us thy pardoning love extend. 



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2 Almighty Son, incarnate Word, 

Our Prophet, Priest, Redeemer, Lord, 
Before thy throne we sinners bend ; 
To us thy saving grace extend. 

3 Eternal Spirit, by whose breath 

The soul is raised from sin and death, 
Before thy throne we sinners bend ; 
To us thy quickening power extend. 

4 Jehovah! Father, Spirit, Son, 
Mysterious Godhead, three in oneT 
Before thy throne we sinners bend ; 
Grace, pardon, life, to us extend. 

John Cooper, 1810^ 

10 Psalm lxxxiv. L. ML 

1 Great God, attend while Sion sings 
The joy that from thy presence springs ; 
To spend one day with thee on earth 
Exceeds a thousand days of mirth. 

2 God is our sun, he makes our day; 
God is our shield, he guards our way 
From all the assaults of hell and sin, 
From foes without and foes within. 

3 All needful grace will God bestow, 
And crown that grace with glory too ; 
He gives us all things, and withholds 
Xo real good from upright souls. 

4 O God, our king, whose sovereign sway 
The glorious hosts of heaven obey. 
And devils at thy presence flee, 

Blest is the man that trusts in thee. 

Rev. Tsaac Walts (1674-174 V, 



12 HYMNS OF PRAISE. 

11 * All thy works shall praise thee." 7s, r> 
1 Holy, holy, holy, Lord 

God of hosts ! When heaven and earth, 
Out of darkness, at thy word, 

Issued into glorious birth, 
All thy works before thee stood, 
And thine eye beheld them good, 
While they sang, with one accord, 
Holy, holy, holy, Lord ! 

12 Holy, holy, holy! thee, 

One Jehovah evermore, 
Father, Son, and Spirit, we, 

Dust and ashes, would adore : 
Lightly by the world esteemed, 
From that world by thee redeemed, 
Sing we here, with glad accord, 
Holy, holy, holy, Lord! 

3 Holy, holy, holy! All 

Heaven's triumphant choir shall sing, 
When the ransomed nations fall 
At the footstool of their king ; 
Then shall saints and seraphim, 
Hearts and voices, swell one hymn, 
Round the throne, with full accord, 
Holy, holy, holy, Lord! 

James Montgomery (1771-1854.) 



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Psalm cxvi. C. M. 

1 What shall I render to my God 
For all his kindness shown? 
My feet shall visit thine abode, 
My songs address thy throne- 



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2 Among the saints that fill thy house, 

My offerings shall be paid; 
There shall my zeal perform the vows 
My soul in anguish made. 

3 How much is mercy thy delight, 

Thou ever blessed God ! 
How dear thy servants in thy sight! 
How precious is their blood ! 

4 Now I am thine, forever thine, 

Nor shall my purpose move, 
Thy hand hath loosed my bonds of pain 
And bound me with thy love. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 

leJ Nature and Grace. C. M. 

1 Father ! how wide thy glory shines ! 

How high thy wonders rise ! 
Known through the earth by thousand signs, 
By thousand through the skies. 

2 But when we view thy strange design 

To save rebellious worms, 
Where vengeance and compassion join 
In their divinest forms, — 

3 Here the whole deity is known; 

Nor dares a creature guess 
Which of the glories brightest shone, 
The justice or the grace. 

4 Now the full glories of the Lamb 

Adorn the heavenly plains ; 
Bright seraphs learn ImmanuePs name, 
And try their choicest strains. 



14 HYMNS OF PRAISE. 

5 Oh ! may I bear some humble part, 
In that immortal song ; 
Wonder and joy shall tune my heart, 
And love command my tongue. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748). 

14 rsalm cxix. C. JU 

1 Oh ! that the Lord would guide my ways 

To keep his statutes still ; 
Oh ! that my God would grant me grace 
To know and do his will. 

2 Oh! send thy Spirit down, to write 

Thy law upon my heart ; 
Nor let my tongue indulge deceit, 
Nor act the liar's part. 

3 From vanity turn off my eyes ; 

Let no corrupt design, 
Nor covetous desires arise 
Within this soul of mine. 

4 Order my footsteps by thy word, 

And make my heart sincere ; 
Let sin have no dominion Lord ! 
But keep my conscience clear. 

5 Make me to walk in thy commands — 

'Tis a delightful road ; 
Nor let my head, nor heart, nor hands, 
Offend against my God. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 



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1& Psalm cxix. C. M. 

1 Thou art my portion, O my God ! 

Soon as I know thy way, 
My heart makes haste to obey thy word, 
And suffers no delay. 

2 I choose the path of heavenly truth, 

And glory in my choice; 
.tfot all the riches of the earth 
Could make me so rejoice. 

3 The testimonies of thy grace 

I set before mine eyes ; 
Thence I derive my daily strength, 
And there my comfort lies. 

4 Now I am thine, — for ever thine; 

Oh ! save thy servant, Lord ! 
Thou art my shield, my hiding-place, 
My hope is in thy word. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 



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Psalm cxlviii. H. M r 

1 Ye tribes of Adam, join 

With heaven, and earth, and seas, 
And offer notes divine 
To your Creator's praise : 
Ye holy throng 
Of angels bright, 
In worlds of light, 
Begin the song. 

2 The shining worlds above 

In glorious order stand ; 
Or in swift courses move, 
By his supreme command : 



16 HYMNS OF PRAISE. 

He spake the word, 

And all their frame 

From nothing came, 
To praise the Lord ! 

3 Let all the nations fear 

The God that rules above ; 
He brings his people near, 

And makes them taste his love : 
While earth and sky 
Attempt his praise, 
His saints shall raise 
His honors high. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-174S.) 

1 1 Pilgrim, Song, 7s. 

1 Children of the heavenly king, 
As ye journey, sweetly sing ; 
Sing your Saviour's worthy praise, 
Glorious in his works and ways. 

2 Ye are traveling home to God 
In the way the fathers trod ; 
They are happy now, and ye 
Soon their happiness shall see. 

3 Shout, ye little flock, and blest! 
Soon you'll enter into rest ; 
There your seat is now prepared ; 
There your kingdom and reward. 

4 Fear not, brethren; joyful stand 
On the borders of your land ; 
Jesus Christ, your Father's Son* 
Bids you undismayed go on* 



HYMNS OF PEAISE. IT 

5 Lord, submissive make us go, 
Gladly leaving all below ; 
Only thou our leader be, 
And we still will follow thee. 

lieo. John Ceutuck (1717-1755.) 

18 The Glorious King. 10s &. lis- 

1 Oh ! worship the King all-glorious above : 

Oh ! gratefully sing his power and his love ; 
Our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of 

Days, 
Pavilioned in splendor and girded with. 

praise. 

2 We sing of thy might, we sing of thy grace, 

Whose robe is the light, whose canopy 

space ; 
Thy chariots of wrath the thunder-clouds^ 

form, 
And dark is thy path on the wings of the- 

storm. 

3 Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail, 

In thee do we trust, nor find thee to fail ; 
Thy mercies, how tender, how firm to the 

end, 
Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and 

Friend. 

4 Oh! measureless Might, ineffable Love, 

While angels delight to hymn thee above, 
Thy ransomed creation, though feeble their 
lays, 
With true adoration shall sing to thy 
praise. 

Sir Robert Grant (1785-1838.)., 
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18 IIYMNS OF PEAISE. 

it? The Voice of Praise. C. M. 

1 Lift up to God the voice of praise, 

Whose breath our souls inspired ; 
Loud and more loud the anthem raise, 
With grateful ardor fired. 

2 Lift up to God the voice of praise, 

Whose goodness, passing thought, 
Loads every minute, as it flies, 
With benefits unsought. 

3 Lift up to God the voice of praise, 

From whom salvation flows, 
Who sent his Son our souls to save 
From everlasting woes. 

4 Lift up to God the voice of praise, 

For hope's transporting ray, 
Which lights, through darkest shades of 
death, 
To realms of endless day. 

Rev. Ralph Wardlaw (1779-1853.) 

Zi) Marching Heavenward. 8s & 7s, D. 

1 Through the night of doubt and sorrow 
Onward goes the pilgrim band, 
Singing songs of expectation, 

Marching to the promised land. 
Clear before us through the darkness 

Gleams and burns the guiding light; 
Brother clasps the hand of brother, 
Stepping fearless through the night. 
3 One the strain that lips of thousands 
Lift as from the heart of one ; 
One the conflict, one the peril, 
One the march in God begun ; 



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One the gladness of rejoicing 

On the far eternal shore, 
Where the one Almighty Father 

Keigns in love for evermore. 

3 Onward, therefore, pilgrim brothers, 

Onward with the cross our aid ! 
Bear its shame, and fight its battle, 

Till we rest beneath its shade. 
Soon shall come its great awaking, 

Soon the rending of the tomb ; 
Then the scattering of all shadows, 

And the end of toil and gloom. 

Bernhardt SeveHn Tngemann (1789-1862.> 
' Tr. by Rev. Sabine Baring-Gould (1834—), 1867. 

21 Praise to God. 8s & 7s, IX 

1 Peaise to thee, thou great Creator, 

Praise to thee from every tongue : 
Join, my soul, with every creature, 

Join the universal song. 
Father, source of all compassion, 

Pure, unbounded grace is thine : 
Hail the God of our salvation ! 

Praise him for his love divine. 

2 For ten thousand blessings given, 

For the hope of future joy, 
Sound his praise through earth and heaven., 

Sound Jehovah's praise on high. 
Joyfully on earth adore him, 

Till in heaven our song we raise ; 
There, enraptured, fall before him, 

Lost in wonder, love, and praise. 

Rev. John Fawcett (1739-181T.> 



330 HYMNS OF PEAISE. 

.Li Psalm cxlvi. L. P. M. 

1 I'll praise my Maker with my breath, 
And when my voice is lost in death, 

Praise shall employ my nobler powers ; 
My days of praise shall ne'er be past, 
While life, and thought, and being last, 

Or immortality endures. 

2 Why should I make a man my trust? 
Princes must die and turn to dust ; 

Y ain is the help of flesh and blood ; 
Their breath departs ; their pomp and power 
And thoughts all vanish in an hour ; 

Nor can they make their promise good. 

3 Happy the man whose hopes rely 
On Israel's God ; he made the sky, 

And earth, and seas, with all their train; 
His truth forever stands secure ; 
He saves the oppressed, he feeds the poor, 

And none shall find his promise vain. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 

23 Psalm lxv. C. M. 

1 Praise waits in Zion, Lord! for thee; 
There shall our vows be paid ; 
Thou hast an ear when sinners pray ; 
All flesh shall seek thine aid. 

% O Lord ! our guilt and fears prevail, 
But pardoning grace is thine ; 
And thou wilt grant us power and skill, 
To conquer every sin. 



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3 Blest are the men whom thou wilt choose 

To bring them near thy face ; 
Give them a dwelling in thy house, 
To feast upon thy grace. 

4 In answering what thy church requests, 

Thy truth and terror shine ; 
And works of dreadful righteousness 
Fulfil thy kind design. 

5 Thus shall the wondering nations see 

The Lord is good and just ; 
The distant isles shall fly to thee, 
And make thy name their trust. 

Rev. Isaac Watts <1674-1748.) 

Zi Which was, and is, and is to come, lis, 12a & 10s. 

1 Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty! 
Early in the morning our song shall rise to 

thee: 
Holy, holy, holy! merciful and mighty! 
God in three persons, blessed Trinity ! 

2 Holy, holy, holy ! all the saints adore thee, 
Casting down their golden crowns around 

the glassy sea ; 
Cherubim and seraphim falling down before 

thee, 
Which wert, and art, and evermore shalt be. 

3 Holy, holy, holy! though the darkness hide 

thee, 
Though the eye of sinful man thy glory may 

not see, 
Only thou art holy, there is none beside 

thee, 
Perfect in power, in love, and purity. 



22 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 

4 Holy, holy, holy ! Lord God Almighty ! 
All thy works shall praise thy name, in 

earth, and sky, and sea; 
Holy, holy, holy ! Lord God Almighty ! 
God in three persons, blessed Trinity! 

Bp. Reginald Heber (1783-1826. > 

Z& Psalm xciii. H. M. 

1 The Lord Jehovah reigns ; 

His throne is built on high ; 
The garments he assumes 

Are light and majesty; 
His glories shine with beams so bright, 
No mortal eye can bear the sight. 

2 The thunders of his hand 

Keep the wide world in awe ; 
His wrath and justice stand 

To guard his holy law ; 
And where his love resolves to bless. 
His truth confirms and seals the grace. 

3 And can this mighty king 

Of glory condescend, 
And will he write his name, 
My Father and my Friend ? 
I love his name, I love his word; 
Join all my powers, and praise the Lord T 
Rev. Isaac Watts (l67ir-1748.> 

Z\& Rejoice, the Lord is King ! H. M. 

1 Rejoice ! the Lord is King ; 
Your Lord and King adore : 
Mortals, give thanks and sing, 
And triumph evermore! 



HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 23 

Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice ; 
Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice. 

2 Jesus, the Saviour, reigns, 

The God of truth and love ; 
When he had purged our stains, 
He took his seat above : 

Lift up your hearts, etc. 

3 His kingdom can not fail ; 

He rules o'er earth and heaven; 
The keys of death and hell 
Are to our Jesus given : 

Lift up your hearts, etc. 

Rev. Charles Wesley (1708-1788.) 

21 Year of Jubilee. H. M 

1 Blow ye the trumpet, blow ! 

The gladly solemn sound, 
Let all the nations know, 

To earth's remotest bound, 
The year of jubilee is come : 
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. 

2 Jesus, our great High Priest, 

Hath full atonement made ; 
Ye weary spirits, rest ; 

Ye mournful souls, be glad : 
The year of jubilee, etc. 

3 Extol the Lamb of God, 

The all-atoning Lamb ; 
Redemption in his blood 

Throughout the world proclaim : 
The year of jubilee, etc. 



24 HYMXS OF DEVOTION. 

4 The gospel trumpet hear, 

The news of heavenly grace ; 
And, saved from earth, appear 
Before your Saviour's face; 
The year of jubilee, etc. 

Rev. Charles Wesley (1708-1788), 

Zo Lost but found. S. M. P 

1 I was a wandering sheep, 

I did not love the fold ; 
I did not love my Shepherd's voice, 

I would not be controlled : 
I was a wayward child, 

I did not love my home, 
I did not love my Father's voice, 

I loved afar to roam. 

2 The Shepherd sought his sheep, 

The Father sought his child, 
They followed me o'er vale and hill, 

O'er deserts waste and wild : 
They found me nigh to death, 

Famished, and faint, and lone; 
They bound me with the bands of love ; 

They saved the wandering one. 

3 Jesus my Shepherd is, 

'Twas he that loved my soul, 
'Twas he that washed me in his blood, 

'Twas he that made me whole ; 
Twas he that sought the lost, 

That found the wandering sheep, 
'Twas he that brought me to the fold, 

'Tis he that still doth keep. 

Rev. Horatius Bonar (1808-189C.) 



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Psalm xxxi. S. M 

1 My spirit on thy care, 

Blest Saviour, I recline ; 
Thou wilt not leave me to despair, 
For thou art love divine. 

2 In thee I place my trust ; 

On thee I calmly rest : 
I know thee good, I know thee just, 
And count thy choice the best. 

3 Whate'er events betide, 

Thy will they all perform ; 
Safe in thy breast my head I hide, 
Nor fear the coming storm. 

4 Let good or ill befall, 

It must be good for me, — 
Secure of having thee in all, 
Of having all in thee. 

Rev. H. F. Lyte (1793-1847.) 

dvr Christ's Intercession. L. M 

1 O thoij, the contrite sinner's Friend, 
Who, loving, lovest him to the end, 
On this alone my hopes depend, 

That thou wilt plead for me [for me]. 

2 When, weary in the Christian race, 
Far off appears my resting-place, 
And, fainting, I mistrust thy grace, 

Then, Saviour, plead for me [for me]. 

3 When Satan, by my sins made bold, 
Strives from thy cross to loose my hold, 
Then with thy pitying arms enfold, 

And plead, oh ! plead for me [for me]. 



2b HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 

4 And when my dying hour draws near, 
Darkness with anguish, guilt, and fear, 
Then to my fainting sight appear, 
Pleading in heaven for me [for me]. 

Miss Charlotte Elliott (1789-1S71.) 

«$I I Jiave finished the work. S. M. 

1 O perfect life of love ! 

All, all is finished now, 
All that he left his throne above 
To do for us below. 

2 Yet work, O Lord, in me, 

As thou for me hast wrought ; 
And let my love the answer be 
To grace thy love has brought. 

Sir H. W. Baker (1821-1877.) 

oZ Christ our Teacher. L. M, 

1 How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound 

From lips of gentleness and grace, 
When listening thousands gathered round, 
And joy and reverence filled the place. 

2 From heaven he came, of heaven he spoke. 

To heaven he led his followers' way; 
Dark clouds of gloomy night he broke, 
Unveiling an immortal day. 

3 "Come, wanderers, to my Father's home, 

Come, all ye weary ones, and rest! " 
Yes ! sacred teacher, we will come, 
Obey thee, love thee, and be blest. 

Sir John Bowring (1792-1872). 



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00 Sympathy of Christ. L. M. 

1 Where high the heavenly temple stands, 
The house of God not made with hands, 
A great High Priest our nature wears, 
The advocate of saints appears. 

2 He who for men in mercy stood, 

And poured on earth his precious blood, 
Pursues in heaven his plan of grace, 
The Saviour of the chosen race. 

3 Though now ascended up on high, 
He bends on earth a brother's eye ; 
Partaker of the human name, 

He knows the frailty of our frame. 

4 Our fellow-sufferer yet retains 
A fellow-feeling of our pains ; 
And still remembers in the skies, 
His tears and agonies and cries. 

5 In every pang that rends the heart, 
The Man of sorrows had a part ; 
He sympathizes in our grief, 

And to the sufferer sends relief. 

Michael Bruce (1746-1767.) 

o4 Praise the Lord. 8s & 7s 

1 Praise the Lord! ye heavens, adore him, 

Praise him, angels in the height ; 
Sun and moon rejoice before him ; 
Praise him, all ye stars of light ! 

2 Praise the Lord ! for he hath spoken ; 

Worlds his mighty voice obeyed ; 
Laws which never can be broken, 
For their guidance he hath made. 



28 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 

3 Praise the Lord, for he is glorious ; 

Never shall his promise fail ; 
God hath made his saints victorious, 
Sin and death shall not prevail. 

4 Praise the God of our salvation, 

Hosts on high his power proclaim ; 
Heaven and earth, and all creation, 
Praise and magnify his name ! 

Rev. John Kempthome (1775-1838.) 

35 Whom but Thee ? 7s D 

1 Lord of earth, thy forming hand 

"Well this beauteous frame hath planned ; 
Woods that wave and hills that tower, 
Ocean rolling in its power ; 
Yet amid this scene so fair, 
Should I cease thy smile to share, 
What were all its joys to me? 
Whom have I on earth but thee? 

2 Lord of heaven, beyond our sight 
Shines a world of purer light ; 
Here, in love's unclouded reign, 
Severed friends shall meet again : 
Oh ! that world is passing fair ; 
Yet, if thou wert absent there, 
What were all its joys to me ? 
Whom have I in heaven but thee ? 

3 Lord of earth and heaven, my breast 
Seeks in thee its only rest ; 

I was lost, — thy accents mild 
Homeward lured thy wandering child. 



HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 28> 

Oh ! if once thy smile divine 
Ceased upon my soul to shine, 
What were earth or heaven to me ? 
Whom have I in each but thee ? 

Sir Robert Grant (1788-1838.) 

du Return unto thy rest, my soul. 10s, 6 1. 

1 Be still, my soul; the Lord is on thy side; 

Bear patiently thy cross of grief and pain, 
Leave to thy God to order and provide ; 

In every change he faithful will remain. 
Be still, my soul; thy best, thy heavenly 
Friend 

Through thorny ways leads to a joyful end- 

2 Be still, my soul ; thy God doth undertake 

To guide the future as he has the past. 
Thy hope, thy confidence, let nothing shake,. 
All now mysterious shall be bright at last. 
Be still, my soul ; the waves and winds shall- 

know 
His voice who ruled them while he dwelt, 
below. 

3 Be still, my soul; when dearest friends depart* 

And all is darkened in the vale of tears, 
Then thou shalt better know his love, his. 
heart, 
Who comes to soothe thy sorrow and thy 
fears. 
Be still, my soul ; thy Saviour can repay 
From his own fullness all he takes away. 

4 Be still, my soul; the hour is hastening on 

When we shall be for ever with the Lord ;: 
When disappointment, grief, and fear are 
gone, 



30 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 

Sorrow forgot, love's purest joys restored. 
Be still, my soul; when change and tears 
are past, 
All safe and blessed, we shall meet at last. 

Hymns from the Land of Luther. 

37 God's Truth. H. M. 

1 The promises I sing, 

Which sovereign love hath spoke ; 
Nor will the Eternal King 
His words of grace revoke ; 
They stand secure 
And steadfast still ; 
Not Zion's hill 
Abides so sure. 

*2 The mountains melt away, 

When once the Judge appears, 
And sun and moon decay, 
That measure mortal years ; 
But still the same, 
In radiant lines, 
The promise shines 
Through all the flame. 

£ Their harmony shall sound 
Through my attentive ears, 
When thunders cleave the ground 
And dissipate the spheres ; 
Midst all the shock 
Of that great scene, 
I stand serene, 
Thy word my rock. 

Rev. Philip Doddridge (1702-1751.) 



HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 31 

do Invoking the presence of Christ. H. IVL. 

1 Come, my Redeemer, come, 

And deign to dwell with me ; 
Come, and thy right assume, 

And bid thy rivals flee : 
Come, my Redeemer, quickly come, 
And make my heart thy lasting home. 

2 Exert thy mighty power, 

And banish all my sin ; 
In this auspicious hour 
Bring all thy graces in : 

Come, my Redeemer, etc, 

3 Rule thou in every thought 

And passion of my soul, 
Till all my powers are brought 
Beneath thy full control ; 

Come, my Redeemer, etc. 

4 Then shall my days be thine, 

And all my heart be love, 
And joy and peace be mine, 
Such as are known above : 
Come, my Redeemer, etc. 

Rev. Andrew Reed (1787-1862.) 

dJJ Longing for Christ. 6s, r> 

1 My spirit longs for thee 

Within my troubled breast, 
Unworthy though I be 
Of so divine a guest. 
Of so divine a guest 

Unworthy though I be, 
Yet has my heart no rest 
Unless it come from thee. 



§2 HYMXS OF DEVOTION. 

2 Unless it come from thee, 

In vain I look around j 
In all that I can see, 

No rest is to be found. 
~No rest is to be found 

But in thy blessed love : 
Oh ! let my wish be crowned, 

And send it from above. 

John Byrvm (1691-1763.) 

'.iv Thy will be done. 6s. D. 

1 My Saviour, as thou wilt ! 

Oh ! may thy will be mine ; 
Into thy hand of love 

I would my all resign ; 
Through sorrow or through joy, 

Conduct me as thine own, 
And help me still to say, 

My Lord, thy will be done. 

2 My Saviour, as thou wilt I 

If needy here and poor, 
Give me thy people's bread, 

Their portion rich and sure. 
The manna of thy word 

Let my soul feed upon ; 
And if all else should fail, 

My Lord, thy will be done. 

3 My Saviour, as thou wilt! 

Though seen through many a tear, 
Let not my star of hope 
Grow dim and disappear ; 



HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 6 

Since thou on earth hast wept, 

And sorrowed oft alone, 
If I must weep with thee, 

My Lord, thy will be done. 

4 My Saviour, as thou wilt ! 

All shall be well for me ; 

Each changing future scene 

I gladly trust with thee : 

Straight to my home above 

I travel calmly on, 
And sing, in life or death, 
My God, thy will be done ! 
Benjamin Schmolke, Tr. by Jane Borthwick, 1853. 



<J. J Heknoweththeway. 6s, D 

1 Thy way, not mine, O Lord, 

However dark it be ! 
Lead me by thine own hand ; 

Choose out my path for me. 
I dare not choose my lot : 

I would not, if I might ; 
Choose thou for me, my God, 

So shall I walk aright. 

2 The kingdom that I seek 

Is thine : so let the way 
That leads to it be thine, 

Else I must surely stray. 
Take thou my cup, and it 

With joy or sorrow fill, 
As best to thee may seem ; 

Choose thou my good and ill. 

3 



34 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 

3 Choose thou for me my friends, 

My sickness or my health ; 

Choose thou my cares for me, 

My poverty or wealth. 
Not mine, not mine the choice, 

In things or great or small ; 
Be thou my guide, my strength, 
My wisdom and my all. 

Rev. Horatius Bonar (1808-1890.) 

42 What a friend. 8s & 7s, IX 

1 "What a Friend we have in Jesus, 

All our sins and griefs to bear ; 
What a privilege to carry 

Everything to God in prayer ! 
Oh ! what peace we often forfeit, 

Oh ! what needless pain we bear, 
All because we do not carry 

Everything to God in prayer. 

2 Have we trials and temptations ? 

Is there trouble anywhere ? 
"We should never be discouraged, 

Take it to the Lord in prayer. 
Can we find a friend so faithful, 

Who will all our sorrows share I 
Jesus knows our every weakness, 

Take it to the Lord in prayer I 

3 Are we weak and heavy laden, 

Cumbered with a load of care ? 

Precious Saviour, still our refuge — 

Take it to the Lord in prayer. 



HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 35 

Do thy friends despise, forsake thee? 

Take it to the Lord in prayer ; 
In his arms he'll take and shield thee, 

Thou wilt find a solace there. 

Rev. Joseph Scriven (1820-1886.) 

43 God's mercy. 8a & 7s, D, 

1 Theee's a wideness in God's mercy, 

Like the wideness of the sea : 
There's a kindness in his justice, 

Which is more than liberty. 
There is welcome for the sinner, 

And more graces for the good ; 
There is mercy with the Saviour ; 

There is healing in his blood. 

2 There is no place where earth's sorrows 

Are more felt than up in heaven ; 
There is no place where earth's failings 

Have such kindly judgment given. 
There is plentiful redemption 

In the blood that has been shed ; 
There is joy for all the members 

In the sorrows of the Head. 

3 For the love of God is broader 

Than the measure of man's mind ; 
And the heart of the Eternal 

Is most wonderfully kind. 
If our love were but more simple, 

We should take him at his word ; 
And our lives would be all sunshine 

In the sweetness of our Lord. 

Rev. Frederick William Faber (1814-1863.) 



36 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 

44 Grace ! His a charming sound. S. M. 

1 Geace ! 'tis a charming sound, 

Harmonious to mine ear ; 
Heaven with the echo shall resound, 
And all the earth shall hear. 

2 Grace first contrived the way 

To save rebellious man ; 
And all the steps that grace display, 
Which drew the wondrous plan. 

3 Grace first inscribed my name 

In God's eternal book ; 
'Twas grace that gave me to the Lamb, 
Who all my sorrows took. 

4 Grace taught my soul to pray, 

And made mine eyes o'erflow; 
'Twas grace that kept me to this day, 
And will not let me go. 

5 Grace all my work shall crown, 

Through everlasting days; 
It lays in heaven the topmost stone, 
And well deserves the praise. 

Rev. Philip Doddridge (1702-1751.) 



Psalm xcv. S. M. 



45 

1 Come, sound his praise abroad, 
And hymns of glory sing ; 
Jehovah is the sovereign God,. 
The universal King. 

3 Come, worship at his throne, 
Come, bow before the Lord ; 



HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 37 

We are his works, and not our own ; 
He formed us by his word. 

3 To-day attend his voice, 

Nor dare provoke his rod ! 
Come, like the people of his choice, 
And own your gracious God. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 

4 D " Is any merry, let him sing psalms. " S. M. 

1 Come, we who love the Lord, 

And let our joys be known ; 
Join in a song of sweet accord, 
And thus surround the throne. 

2 Let those refuse to sing 

Who never knew our God ; 
But children of the heavenly King 
May speak their joys abroad. 

3 The men of grace have found 

Glory begun below ; 
Celestial fruits on earthly ground 
From faith and hope may grow. 

4 The hill of Zion yields 

A thousand sacred sweets 
Before we reach the heavenly fields, 
Or walk the golden streets. 

5 There shall we see his face, 

And never, never sin; 
There from the rivers of his grace, 
Drink endless pleasures in. 



38 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 

6 Then let our songs abound, 
And every tear be dry ; 
"We're marching thro' Immanuel's ground 
To fairer worlds on high. 

Rev. Tsaac Watts (1674-1748 ) 

47 Grateful Recollections. 8s & 7s, D. 

1 Come, thou Fount of every blessing, 

Tune my heart to sing thy grace ; 
Streams of mercy, never ceasing, 

Call for songs of loudest praise. 
Teach me some melodious sonnet, 

Sung by flaming tongues above ; 
Praise the mount — oh ! fix me on it, 

Mount of God's unchanging love. 

2 Here I raise my Ebenezer, 

Hither by thy help I'm come ; 
And I hope, by thy good pleasure, 

Safely to arrive at home. 
Jesus sought me when a stranger, 

Wandering from the fold of God ; 
He, to rescue me from danger, 

Interposed with precious blood. 

3 Oh ! to grace how great a debtor, 

Daily I'm constrained to be; 
Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter, 

Bind my wandering heart to thee. 
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it, 

Prone to leave the God I love ; 
Here's my heart, Lord, take and -seal it, 

Seal it from thy courts above. 

Rev. R. Robinson (1735-1790.) 



HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 39 

4o Bought with a Price. 8s & 7s, D. 

1 When I view my Saviour bleeding 

For my sins upon the tree, 
Oh! how wondrous, how exceeding 

Great his love appears to me ! 
Floods of deep distress and anguish, 

To impede his labors, came ; 
Yet they all could not extinguish 

Love's eternal, burning flame. 

2 Sure, such infinite affection 

Lays the highest claims to mine ; 
All my powers, without exception, 

Should in fervent praises join. 
Jesus, fit me for thy service; 

Form me for thyself alone ; 
I am thy most costly purchase, 

Take possession of thine own. 

Richard Lee, 1794. 

i o Desire of all Nations. 8s & 7s, D, 

1 Come, thou long expected Jesus, 

Born to set thy people free ; 
From our fears and sins release us, 

Let us find our rest in thee : 
Israel's Strength and Consolation, 

Hope of all the saints thou art ; 
Dear Desire of every nation, 

Joy of every longing heart. 

2 Born thy people to deliver; 

Born a child, and yet a king ; 
Born to reign in us forever, 
Now thy precious kingdom bring : 



40 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 

By thine own eternal Spirit, 

Rule in all our hearts alone ; 
By thine all-sufficient merit, 

Raise us to thy glorious throne. 

Rev. Charles Wesley (1708-1788.) 

DO How happy are they. lis & 9a, 6 1 

1 Oh ! how happy are they 
Who the Saviour obey, 

And have laid up their treasures above ; 
Oh ! what tongue can express 
The sweet comfort and peace 

Of a soul in its earliest love ? 

2 'Twas a heaven below 
My Redeemer to know. 

And the angels could do nothing more 
Than to fall at his feet, 
And the story repeat, 

And the Lover of sinners adore. 

3 Oh ! the rapturous height 
Of that holy delight 

Which I felt in the life-giving blood ! 
Of my Saviour possessed, 
I was perfectly blest, 

As if rilled with the fullness of God. 

4 Then all the day long 
Was my Jesus my song, 

And redemption through faith in his name ; 
Oh ! that all might believe, 
And salvation receive, 

And their song and their joy be the same 
Rev. Charles Wesley (1708-1788.) 



51 



HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 41 

Waiting. S. M. 

1 Not so in haste, my heart ; 

Have faith in God and wait ; 
Although he linger very long, 
He never conies too late. 

2 He never comes too late ; 

He knoweth what is best : 
Vex not thyself to-day in vain : 
Until he cometh, rest. 

3 Until he cometh, rest; 

Nor grudge the hours that roll ; 
The feet that patient wait for God, 
Are soonest at the goal. 

4 Are soonest at the goal, 

That is not gained by speed : 
Then hold thee still, my anxious heart, 
For I shall wait his lead. Anon. 



52 



Psalm cxxxiii. S. M. 

1 Blest are the sons of peace 

Whose hearts and hopes are one ; 
Whose kind designs to serve and please 
Through all their actions run. 

2 Thus, on the heavenly hills, 

The saints are blest above, 
Where joy, like morning dew, distills, 
And all the air is love. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 



53 



Christian Fellowship. S. M. 

1 Blest be the tie that binds 
Our hearts in Christian love ; 
The fellowship of kindred minds 
Is like to that above. 



42 3YMXS OF DEVOTION. 

2 Before our Father's throne 

We pour our ardent prayers ; 
Our fears, our hopes, our aims, are one, 
Our comforts and our cares. 

3 We share our mutual woes, 

Our mutual burdens bear, 
And often for each other flows 
The sympathizing tear. 

4 When we asunder part, 

It gives us inward pain ; 
But we shall still be joined in heart, 
And hope to meet again. 

5 This glorious hope revives 

Our courage by the way ; 
While each in expectation lives, 
And longs to see the day. 

6 From sorrow, toil, and pain, 

And sin, we shall be free ; 
And perfect love and friendship reign 
Through all eternity. 

Rev. John Fawceti (1739-1817.) 



54 



Hiding-place. S. M. 

1 I have no hiding-place, 

No refuge from the blast, 
But in the arms of Jesus' grace 
Around about me cast. 

2 Though I see not his hand, 

I feel its loving power ; 
And guardian angels near me stand 
In my distressful hour. 



HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 43 

3 I dare not look within, 

But heavenward turn my gaze ; 

And lest nry grief become my sin, 

My tongue breaks out in praise. 

4 Though tears mine eyes bedim, 

He dries the tears I shed , 
And in my soul I sing a hymn, 
Content and comforted. 

Thomas MacKellar (1812 -.) 



55 Behold the Ark of God. S. M. 

1 O cease, my wandering soul, 

On restless wing to roam ; 
All the wide world, to either pole, 
Has not for thee a home. 

2 Behold the Ark of God, 

Behold the open door ; 
Hasten to gain that dear abode, 
And rove, my soul, no more. 

3 There, safe thou shalt abide, 

There, sweet shall be thy rest, 
And every longing satisfied, 

With full salvation blest. 
Rev. William Augustus Muhlenberg (1796-1877.) 

56 Doxology. S. M. 

To God the Father, Son, 
And Spirit j One and Three, 

Be glory, as it was, is now, 
And shall forever be. 

Rev. John Wesley (1703-1701.) 



44 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 



57 



Praise for Salvation. C. M. 

1 Salvation! O the joyful sound; 

'Tis pleasure to our ears; 
A sovereign balm for every wound, 
A cordial for our fears. 

2 Buried in sorrow and in sin, 

At hell's dark door we lay ; 
But we arise by grace divine, 
To see a heavenly day. 

3 Salvation! let the echo fly 

The spacious earth around ; 

While all the armies of the sky 

Conspire to raise the sound. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.} 



58 



Christian Fellowship. C. M 

1 Joined in one Spirit to one Head, 

Where he appoints we go ; 
And still in Jesus' footsteps tread, 
And show his praise below. 

2 Oh ! may we ever walk in him, 

And nothing know beside ; 
Nothing desire, nothing esteem, 
But Jesus crucified. 

3 Closer and closer let us cleave 

To his beloved embrace ; 
Expect his fullness to receive, 
And grace to add to grace. 

4 Partakers of the Saviour's grace, 

The same in mind and heart, 
Nor joy, nor grief, nor time, nor place, 
Nor life, nor death can part. 

Rev. Charles Wesley (1708-1788.) 



HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 45 

59 Power of Faith. CM. 

1 When musing sorrow weeps the past 

And mourns the present pain, 
• Tis sweet to think of peace at last, 
And feel that death is gain. 

2 'Tis not that murmuring thoughts arise, 

And dread a father's will; 
'Tis not that meek submission flies, 
And would not suffer still. 

3 It is that heaven-born faith surveys 

The path that leads to light, 
And longs her eagle plumes to raise, 
And lose herself in sight. 

4 Oh ! let me wing my hallowed flight 

From earth-born woe and care, 
And soar above these clouds of night, 
My Saviour's bliss to share. 

Rev. G. T. Noel (1782-1851.) 

OU Gratitude for Providential Care. C. M. 

1 O thou, my Light, my Life, my Joy, 

My Glory, and my All ; 
Unsent by thee, no good can come, 
Nor evil can befall. 

2 Such are thy schemes of providence, 

And methods of thy grace, 

That I may safely trust in thee, 

Through all the wilderness. 

3 'Tis thine outstretched and powerful arm 

Upholds me in the way ; 
And thy rich bounty well supplies 
The wants of every day. 



46 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 

4 For such compassions, O my God! 
Ten thousand thanks are due ; 
For such compassions, I esteem 
Ten thousand thanks too few. 

James Montgomery (1771-1854.) 

t)i Leaving all with Jesus. P. M. 

1 I left it all with Jesus long ago ; 

All my sins I brought him, and my woe: 
When by faith I saw him on the tree, 
Heard his small, still whisper, "'Tis £or 

thee," 
From my heart the burden rolled away! 
Happy day! 

2 I leave it all with Jesus, for he knows 
How to steal the bitter from life's woes; 
How to gild the tear-drop with his smile, 
Make the desert-garden bloom awhile : 
"When my weakness leaneth on his might 

All seems light. 

3 I leave it all with Jesus, day by day; 
Faith can firmly trust him, come what may; 
Hope has dropped her anchor, found her rest 
In the calm, sure haven of his breast : 
Love esteems it heaven to abide 

At his side. 

4 Oh! leave it all with Jesus, drooping soul! 
Tell not half thy story, but the whole ; 
Worlds on worlds are hanging on his hand ; 
Life and death are waiting his command ; 
Yet his tender bosom makes thee room — 

Oh, come home. 

Mhs Ellen H. Willis. 



HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 47 

€2 Faith's Struggle. C. M. D. 

1 Lord, I believe; thy power I own ; 

Thy truth I would obey ; 
I wander comfortless and lone, 

When from thy paths I stray. 
Lord, I believe ; but gloomy fears 

Sometimes bedim my sight ; 
I look to thee, with prayers and tears, 

And cry for strength and light. 

2 Lord, I believe ; yet thou dost know 

My faith is cold and weak ; 
Pity my frailty, and bestow 

The confidence I seek ; 
Yes, I believe ; and only thou 

Canst give my doubts relief ; 
Lord, to thy truth my spirit bow, 

Help thou my unbelief. 

Rev. J. R. Wreford (1800-1881.) 



S3 



Humble Reliance. C. M. D. 

1 My God, my Father, blissful name, 

Oh ! may I call thee mine ? 
May I with sweet assurance claim 

A portion so divine ? 
This only can my fears control, 

And bid my sorrows fly ; 
What harm can ever reach my soul 

Beneath my Father's eye ? 

2 Whate'er thy providence denies, 

I calmly would resign, 
For thou art good, and just, and wise ; 
Oh ! bend my will to thine. 



48 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 

Whate'er thy sacred will ordains, 

Oh ! give me strength to bear ; 
And let me know my Father reigns, 

And trust his tender care. 
3 Thy sovereign ways are all unknown 

To my weak, erring sight ; 
Yet let my soul adoring own 

That all thy ways are right. 
My God, my Father, be thy name 

My solace and my stay • 
Oh! wilt thou seal my humble claim, 

And drive my fears away. 

Miss Anne Steele (1717-1778.) 



64 



The Solid Rock. L. M. 6 L 

1 My hope is built on nothing less 
Than Jesus' blood and righteousness ; 
I dare not trust the sweetest frame, 
But wholly lean on Jesus' name : 

On Christ, the solid rock, I stand ^ 
All other ground is sinking sand. 

2 When darkness seems to vail his face, , 
I rest on his unchanging grace 

In every high and stormy gale, 
My anchor holds within the vail : 
On Christ, the solid rock, I stand ; 
All other ground is sinking sand. 

3 His oath, his covenant, and blood, 
Support me in the whelming flood ; 
When all around my soul gives way, 
He then is all my hope and stay : 
On Christ, the solid rock, I stand ; 
All other ground is sinking sand. 

Rev. tidward Mote, 1825. 



HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 49 

DO Prayer for the return of the Spirit. C. M- 

1 Oh ! for a closer walk with. God, 

A calm and heavenly frame ; 

A light to shine upon the road, 

That leads me to the Lamb. 

2 Where is the blessedness I knew 

When first I saw the Lord ? 
Where is the soul-refreshing view 
Of Jesus and his word ? 

3 What peaceful hours I once enjoyed, 

How sweet their memory still ! 
But they have left an aching void 
The world can never fill. 

4 Return, O Holy Dove, return, 

Sweet Messenger of Rest ! 
I hate the sins that made thee mourn > 
And drove thee from my breast. 

5 The dearest idol I have known, 

Whate'er that idol be, 
Help me to tear it from thy throne, 
And worship only thee. 

6 So shall my walk be close with God, 

Calm and serene my frame ; 
So purer light shall mark the road, 
That leads me to the Lamb. 

Wm. Coicper (1731-1800.) 



66 



In distress pleading icith God. C. M. 

1 Oh ! that I knew the secret place 
Where I might find my God ! 
I'd spread my wants before his face, 
And pour my woes abroad. 



50 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 

2 Pd tell him how my sins arise, 

What sorrows I sustain ; 
How grace decays, and comfort dies, 
And leaves my heart in pain. 

3 He knows what arguments I'd take 

To wrestle with my God ; 
I'd plead for his own mercy's sake, 
And for my Saviour's blood. 

4 My God will pity my complaints, 

And heal my broken bones ; 
He takes the meaning of his saints, 
The language of their groans. 

5 Arise, my soul, from deep distress, 

And banish every fear ; 
He calls thee to his throne of grace, 
To spread thy sorrows there. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1718.) 

67 A Thankful Heart. C. M- 

1 Fathee, whate'er of earthly bliss, 

Thy sovereign will denies, 
Accepted at thy throne of grace, 
Let this petition rise : 

2 Give me a calm, a thankful heart, 

From every murmur free ; 
The blessings of thy grace impart, 
And make me live to thee. 

3 Let the sweet hope that thou art mine, 

My life and death attend ; 
Thy presence through my journey shine, 
And crown my journey's end. 

Miss Anne Steele (1717-1778.) 



HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 51 

Do Prayer for Increasing Holiness. CM. 

1 Oh ! for a heart to praise my God, 

A heart f rom sin set free ; 
A heart that always feels thy blood, 
So freely shed for me. 

2 A heart resigned, submissive, meek, 

My great Redeemer's throne ; 
Where only Christ is heard to speak ; 
Where Jesus reigns alone. 

3 A heart in every thought renewed, 

And full of love divine ; 
Holy, and right, and pure, and good, 
A copy, Lord, of thine. 

Rev. Charles Wesley (1708-1788.) 

oJf Calmness ffom God. C. M. 

1 Calm me, my God, and keep me calm; 

Let thy outstretched wing 
Be like the shade of Elim's palm 
Beside her desert spring. 

2 Yes, keep me calm, though loud and rude 

The sounds my ear that greet ; 
Calm in the closet's solitude ; 
Calm in the busy street. 

3 Calm in the hour of buoyant health, 

And in the hour of pain, 
Calm in my poverty or wealth, 
And in my loss or gain. 

4 Calm in the sufferance of wrong, 

Like him who bore my shame ; 
Calm 'mid the threatening taunting throng,. 
Who hate thy holy name. 



HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 



Calm me, my God, and keep me calm, 

Soft resting on thy breast ; 
Soothe me with holy hymn and psalm, 

And bid my spirit rest. 

Rev. Horatius Bonar (1808-1890.) 



70 The Debt of Love. 

1 All that I was, my sin, my guilt, 

My death, was all my own ; 
All that I am I owe to thee, 
My gracious God, alone. 

2 The darkness of my former state, 

The bondage, all was mine; 
The light of life in which I walk, 
The liberty, is thine. 

3 Thy grace first made me feel my sin, 

It taught me to believe; 
Then in believing, peace I found, 
And now I live, I live. 

4 All that I am, e'en here on earth, 

All that I hope to be, 
When Jesus comes, and glory dawns, 
I owe it, Lord, to thee. 

Rev. Horatius Bonar (1808-1890.) 

1 1 Backslider Returning. C. M. 

1 How oft, alas! this wretched heart 

Has wandered from the Lord! 
How oft my roving thoughts depart, 
Forgetful of his word ! 

2 Yet sovereign mercy calls, " Return": 

Dear Lord, and may I come? 



HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 53 

My vile ingratitude I mourn; 
Oh ! take the wanderer home. 

3 And canst thou, wilt thou, yet forgive, 

And bid my crimes remove ? 
And shall a pardoned rebel live 
To speak thy wondrous love ? 

4 Almighty grace, thy healing power, 

How glorious, how divine! 
That can to life and bliss restore 
So vile a heart as mine. 

5 Thy pardoning love, so free, so sweet, 

Dear Saviour, I adore ; 
Oh ! keep me at thy sacred feet, 
And let me rove no more. 

Miss Anne Steele (1717-1778.) 

4 Z Longing for Christ. C. M. 

1 Oh! could I find, from day to day, 

A nearness to my God, 
Then should my hours glide sweet away, 
While leaning on his word. 

2 Lord, I desire with thee to live, 

Anew from day to day, 
In joys the world can never give, 
Nor ever take away. 

3 O Jesus, come and rule my heart, 

And I'll be wholly thine ; 

And never, never more depart, 

For thou art wholly mine. 

Benjamin Cleveland, 1790. 



54 HYMNS OP DEVOTION. 

ii Repentance at the Cross. C. M. 

1 Alas ! and did my Saviour bleed, 

And did my Sovereign die ? 
Would he devote that sacred Head 
For such a worm as I ? 

2 Thy body slain, dear Jesus, thine, 

And bathed in its own blood, 
While all exposed to wrath divine, 
The glorious Sufferer stood ? 

3 Was it for crimes that I had done, 

He groaned upon the tree ? 
Amazing pity! grace unknown! 
And love beyond degree ! 

4 Well might the sun in darkness hide,. 

And shut his glories in, 
When Christ, the great Creator, died, 
For man, the creature's sin. 

5 Thus might I hide my blushing face y 

While his dear cross appears ; 
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness, 
And melt my eyes to tears. 

6 But drops of grief can ne'er repay 

The debt of love I owe : 
Here, Lord, I give myself away ; 
'Tis all that I can do. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 

I i Blessedness of the righteous. O. M. 

1 Theee is a safe and secret place 
Beneath the wings divine, 
Reserved for all the heirs of grace ; 
Oh! be that refuge mine. 



HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 55 

2 The least and feeblest there may bide 

Uninjured and una wed ; 
While thousands fail on every side, 
He rests secure in God. 

3 He feeds in pastures large and fair, 

Of love and truth divine ; 
O child of God, O glory's heir, 
How rich a lot is thine ! 

4 A hand almighty to defend, 

An ear for every call, 
An honored life, a peaceful end, 
And heaven to crown it all. 

Rev. H. F. Lyte (1793-1847.) 



i 5 Christian confidence and gratitude. G. M. 

1 How can I sink with such a prop 

As my eternal God, 
Who bears the earth's huge pillars up, 
And spreads the heavens abroad ? 

2 How can I die while Jesus lives, 

Who rose and left the dead ? 
Pardon and grace my soul receives 
From my exalted Head. 

3 All that I am, and all I have, 

Shall be for ever thine ; 
Whate'er my duty bids me give, 
My cheerful hands resign. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 



56 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 

ID Impart thyself to me. C M. 

1 O Lokd, impart thyself to me, 

No other good I need ; 
When thou, the Son, shalt make me free, 
I shall be free indeed. 

2 I cannot rest till in thy blood 

I full redemption have ; 
But thou, through whom I come to God, 
Canst to the utmost save. 

3 From sin, the guilt, the power, the pain, 

Thou wilt redeem my soul : 
Lord, I believe, and not in vain ; 
My faith shall make me whole. 

4 I too, with thee, shall walk in white ; 

With all thy saints shall prove 
The length, and depth, and breadth, and 
height 
Of everlasting love. 

Rev. Charles Wesley (1708-1788.) 



77 Suffered for sin. CMC. 

1 Oh ! if my soul were formed for woe, 
How would I vent my sighs ! 
Repentance should like rivers flow 
From both my streaming eyes. 

2- 'Twas for my sins my dearest Lord 
Hung on the cursed tree, 
And groaned away a dying life 
For thee, my soul ! for thee. 



HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 57 

3 Oh! how I hate these lusts of mine, 
That crucified my Lord ; 
Those sins that pierced and nailed his flesh 
Fast to the fatal wood ! 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 

iO Goofs name hallowed. 7s. 

1 Holy, holy, holy Lord, 

In the highest heavens adored, 
Author of all nature's frame, 
Father ! hallowed be thy name. 

2 Though estranged from thee in heart, 
Doubtless thou our Father art, 
From thy hand our spirits came ; 
Father ! hallowed be thy name. 

3 Nor by nature's tie alone 
Thou art as our Father known ; 
Nearer now in Christ our claim, 
Father ! hallowed be thy name. 

4 Born anew, oh ! may we feel 
Filial love, the Spirit's seal, 

Cleansed from guilt, redeemed from shame ; 
Father ! hallowed be thy name. 

James Montgomery (1771-1854.) 

iU The Incarnation. 7s. 

1 God with us ! O glorious name ! 
Let it shine in endless fame ; 
God and man in Christ unite : 
O mysterious depth and height ! 

2 God with us ! the eternal Son 
Took our soul, our flesh, and bone j 



58 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 

Now, ye saints, his grace admire, 
Swell the song with holy fire. 

3 God with us ! O wondrous grace ! 
Let us see him face to face ; 
That we may Immanuel sing, 
As we ought, our God and King. 

Miss Sarah Slinn, 1779. 

80 The Trinity. 7s. 

1 Holy Father, hear our cry, 

Holy Saviour, bend thine ear, 
Holy Spirit, come thou nigh ; 
Father, Saviour, Spirit, hear. 

2 Father, save us from our sin, 

Saviour, we thy mercy crave, 

Gracious Spirit, make us clean ; 

Father, Son, and Spirit, save. 

3 Father, let us taste thy love, 

Saviour, fill our souls with peace, 
Spirit, come, our hearts to move ; 
Father, Son, and Spirit, bless. 

4 Father, Son, and Spirit, thou 

One Jehovah, shed abroad 
All thy grace within us now ; 
Be our Father and our God. 

Rev. Horatius Bonar (1808-1 890.) 

81 The Eternal Shepherd. 7s. 

1 To thy pastures fair and large, 
Heavenly Shepherd, lead thy charge, 
And my couch, with tenderest care, 
Mid the springing grass prepare. 



HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 59 

2 When I faint with summer's heat 
Thou shalt guide my weary feet 
To the streams that, still and slow, 
Through the verdant meadows flow. 

3 Safe the dreary vale I tread, 

By the shades of death overspread, 
With thy rod and staff supplied, 
This my guard, and that my guide. 

4 Constant to my latest end, 
Thou my footsteps shalt attend ; 
And shalt bid thy hallowed dome 
Yield me an eternal home. 

Rev. James Merrick (1720-1769.) 

oi My Sins, my Saviour. 7s & 6s, D. 

1 My sins, my sins, my Saviour! 

They take such hold on me, 
To hope I am not able, 

Save only, Christ, in thee ; 
In thee is all forgiveness, 

In thee abundant grace, 
My shadow and my sunshine 

The brightness of thy face. 

2 My sins, my sins, my Saviour! 

How sad on thee they fall ! 
Seen through thy gentle patience, 

I tenfold feel them all. 
I know they are forgiven, 

But still, their pain to me 
Is all the grief and anguish 

They laid, my Lord, on thee. 



HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 

3 My sins, my sins, my Saviour I 

Their guilt I never knew 
Till, with thee, in the desert 

I near thy passion drew ; 
Till, with thee, in the garden 

I heard thy pleading prayer, 
And saw the sweat-drops bloody 

That told thy sorrow there. 

4 Therefore my songs, my Saviour,. 

E'en in this time of woe, 
Shall tell of all thy goodness 

To sufi'ering man below. 
Thy goodness and thy favor, 

Whose presence from above, 
Rejoice those hearts, my Saviour, 

That live in thee and love. 

Rev. J. B. S. Mvnsell (1811-1875.) 



83 



At the Door, 7s & 6s, D. 

1 O Jestjs, thou art standing 

Outside the fast-closed door, 
In lowly patience waiting 

To pass the threshold o'er ; 
We bear the name of Christians, 

His name and sign we bear : 
Oh ! shame, thrice shame, upon us I 

To keep him standing there. 

2 O Jesus, thou art knocking ; 

And lo ! that hand is scarred, 
And thorns thy brow encircle, 

And tears thy face have marred ; 
Oh ! love that passeth knowledge, 

So patiently to wait! 
Oh ! sin that hath no equal, 

So fast to bar the gate ! 






HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 61 

3 O Jesus, thou art pleading 

In accents meek and low, — 
"I died for you, my children, 

And will ye treat me so ? " 
O Lord, with shame and sorrow 

We open now the door ; 
Dear Saviour, enter, enter, 

And leave us nevermore. 

Bp. W. W. How (1823—.) 

84 2" heard the voice of Jesus. C. M. D. 

1 I heard the voice of Jesus say, — 

" Come unto me and rest; 
Lay down, thou weary one, lay down, 

Thy head upon my breast! " 
I came to Jesus as I was, 

Weary, and worn, and sad ; 
I found in him a resting-place, 

And he hath made me glad. 

2 I heard the voice of Jesus say, — 

1 ' Behold, I freely give 
The living water ; thirsty one, 

Stoop down, and drink, and live! " 
I came to Jesus, and I drank 

Of that life-giving stream ; 
My thirst was quench'd, my soul revived. 

And now I live in him. 

3 I heard the voice of Jesus say, — 
4 ' I am this dark world's light ; 

Look unto me, thy morn shall rise, 
And all thy day be bright! " 



62 HYMN3 OF DEVOTION. 

I looked to Jesus, and I found 

In him my star, my sun ; 
And in that light of life I'll walk, 

Till travelling days are done. 

Rev. Horatius Bonar (1808-1890.) 

85 Te Deum. 7s, D. 

1 God eternal, Lord of all, 
Lowly at thy feet we fall ; 

All the world doth worship thee ; 
We amidst the throng would be. 
All the holy angels cry, 
Hail, thrice-holy God, most high I 
Lord of all the heavenly powers, 
Be the same loud anthem ours. 

2 Glorified apostles raise, 

Night and day, continual praise ; 
Hast thou not a mission too 
For thy children here to do ? 
With the prophets goodly line 
We in mystic band combine ; 
For thou hast to babes revealed 
Things that to the wise were sealed. 

3 Martyrs, in a noble host, 

Of thy cross are heard to boast ; 
Since so bright the crown they wear, 
We with them thy cross would bear. 
All thy church, in heaven and earth, 
Jesus, hail thy spotless birth ; 
Seated on the judgment-throne, 
Number us among thine own. 

Tr. by Rev. J. E. Millard. 



HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 63 

ob Lead Trie, 7s, D. 

1 Jestjs, merciful and mild, 
Lead me as a helpless child ; 
On no other arm but thine 
Would my weary soul recline ; 
Thou art ready to forgive, 
Thou canst bid the sinner live — 
Guide the wanderer day by day r 
In the strait and narrow way. 

2 Thou canst fit me by thy grace 
For the heavenly dwelling-place ; 
All thy promises are sure, 
Ever shall thy love endure ; 
Then what more could I desire, 
How to greater bliss aspire ? 
All I need in thee I see, 

Thou art all in all to me. 

3 Jesus, Saviour, all divine, 
Hast thou made me truly thine ? 
Hast thou bought me by thy blood ? 
Reconciled my heart to God ? 
Hearken to my tender prayer ; 

Let me thine own image bear ; 
Let me love thee more and more, 
Till I reach heaven's blissful shore. 

Thomas Hastings (1784-1872.) 

i Come to me ! L. M„ 

1 With tearful eyes I look around, 

Life seems a dark and stormy sea ; 
Yet mid the gloom I hear a sound, 
A heavenly whisper, i ' Come to me ! " 



64 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 

2 It tells me of a place of rest, 

It tells me where my soul may flee ; 
Oh ! to the weary, faint, opprest, 
How sweet the bidding, " Come to me! w 

3 When the poor heart with anguish learns 

That earthly props resigned must be, 
And from each broken cistern turns, 
It hears the accents, " Come to me ! " 

4 Oh ! voice of mercy, voice of love, 

In conflict, grief and agony, 
Support me, cheer me from above, 
Arid gently whisper, ' ' Come to me ! " 

5 I come ! all else must fail and die ; 

Earth has no resting-place for me ; 
To Christ I lift my weeping eye ; 
Thou art my hope ; I come to thee. 

Miss Charlotte Elliott (1789-1871.) 

00 O thou, to whose all-searching sight. Jj, M. 

1 O thou, to whose all-searching sigm, 
The darkness shineth as the light, 
Search, prove my heart, it pants for thee ; 
Oh ! burst these bonds and set it free. 

2 Wash out its stains, refine its dross ; 
Nail my affections to the cross ; 
Hallow each thought ; let all within 
Be clean, as thou, my Lord, art clean. 

3 If in this darksome wild I stray, 
Be thou my light, be thou my way ; 
No foes, no violence I fear, 

No fraud, while thou, my God, art near. 



HTMX3 OF DEVOTION. 65 

i When rising floods my soul overflow, 
When sinks my heart in waves of woe, 
Jesus, thy timely aid impart, 
And raise my head, and cheer my heart. 

5 Saviour, where'er thy steps I see, 
Dauntless, untired, I follow thee ; 
Oh ! let thy hand support me still, 
And lead me to thy holy hill. 

Gerhard, Tersteegen (1697-17f9.) 
Tr. oy Rev. John Wesley (1703-1791.) 

oil Longing for communion with Christ. Jm SC 

1 Oh ! that I could forever dwell 

With Mary at my Saviour's feet, 
And view the form I love so well, 
And all his tender words repeat. 

2 The world shut out from all my soul, 

And heaven brought in with all its bliss, 
Oh ! is there aught, from pole to pole, 
One moment to compare with this ? 

3 This is the hidden life I prize, 

A life of penitential love, 
. When most my follies I despise, 

And raise to highest thoughts above. 

4 Thus would I live till nature fail, 

And all my former sins forsake ; 
Then rise to God within the vail, 
And of eternal joys partake. 

Mrs. Reed (1787-1862.) 



66 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 

U All for Jesus. 7s. 

1 Take my life, and let it be 
Consecrated, Lord, to thee; 

Take my hands, and let them move 
At the impulse of thy love. 

2 Take my feet, and let them be 
Swift and beautiful for thee ; 
Take my voice, and let me sing 
Always, only, for my King. 

3 Take my lips, and let them be 
Filled with messages from thee ; 
Take my silver and my gold ; 
Not a mite would I withhold. 

4 Take my love ; my Lord, I pour 
At thy feet its treasure-store ; 
Take myself, and I will be, 
Ever, only, all, for thee. 

Miss Frances Ridley Haver gal (1836-1879.) 

91 God's Way Best, 7s &; 6s IX 

1 Our yet unfinished story 

Is tending all to this : 
To God the greatest glory, 

To us the greatest bliss. 
Our plans may be disjointed, f 

But we may calmly rest; 
What God has once appointed 

Is better than our best. 

2 We cannot see before us, 

But our all-seeing Friend 

Is always watching o'er us r 

And knows the very end ; 



HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 6T 

And when, amid our blindness, 

His disappointments fall, 
We trust his loving-kindness 

Whose wisdom sends them alL 

3 They are the purple fringes 

That hide his glorious feet; 
They are the fire- wrought hinges 

Where truth and mercy meet; 
By them the golden portal 

Of providence shall ope, 
And lift to praise immortal 

The songs of faith and hope. 

Miss Frances Ridley Haver gal (1836-1879.) 

92 In the Hour of Trial. 6s & 5b, D. 

1 In the hour of trial, 

Jesus, plead for me ; 
Lest, by base denial, 

I depart from thee ; 
When thou see'st me waver, 

With a look recall, 
Not for fear or favor 

Suffer me to fall. 

2 With forbidden pleasures 

Would this vain world charm ; 
Or its sordid treasures 

Spread to work me harm ; 
Bring to my remembrance 

Sad Gethsemane, 
Or, in darker semblance, 

Cross-crown' d Calvary. 



68 HYMNS OF DBVOTIOIT. 

3 Should thy mercy send me 

Sorrow, toil, and woe; 
Or should pain attend me 

On my path below, 
Grant that I may never 

Fail thy hand to see ; 
Grant that I may ever 

Cast my care on thee. 

4 When my last hour cometh, 

Fraught with strife and pain, 
When my dust returneth 

To the dust again ; 
On thy truth relying, 

Through that mortal strife, 
Jesus, take me, dying, 

To eternal life. 

James Montgomery (1771-1854.) 

93 All-Sufficient Grace. L. M. 

1 Let me but hear my Saviour say, 

u Strength shall be equal to thy day " ; 
Then I rejoice in deep distress, 
Leaning on all-sufficient grace. 

2 I can do all things — or can bear 
All suffering, if my Lord be there ; 
Sweet pleasures mingle with the pains y 
While He my sinking head sustains. 

3 I glory in infirmity, 

That Christ's own power may rest on me ; 
When I am weak, then am I strong ; 
Grace is my shield, and Christ my song. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 



HYMNS OF DEVOTION . 69 

94 lam thine. L. M. 

1 Lord, I am thine, entirely thine, 
Purchased and saved by "blood divine ; 
With full consent thine I would be ; 
And own thy sovereign right in me. 

2 Grant one poor sinner more a place 
Among the children of thy grace ; 
A wretched sinner, lost to God, 
But ransomed by Immanuel's blood. 

3 Thine would I live, thine would I die r 
Be thine through all eternity : 

The vow is past beyond repeal : 
Now will I set the solemn seal. 

4 Here, at that cross where flowed the blood v 
That bought my guilty soul for God, 
Thee my new Master now I call, 

And consecrate to thee my all. 

Bev. Samuel Davits (1724-1761.) 



95 



Jesus, Saviour, pilot me. 7?, 6 L 

1 Jesus, Saviour, pilot me 
Over life's tempestuous sea ; 
Unknown waves before me roll, 
Hiding rock and treacherous shoal ; 
Chart and compass come from thee ; 
Jesus, Saviour, pilot me. 

2 As a mother stills her child, 
Thou canst hush the ocean wild ; 
Boisterous waves obey thy will, 
When thou sayest to them " Be still ! n 
Wondrous Sovereign of the sea, 
Jesus, Saviour, pilot me. 



70 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 

3 When at last I near the shore, 
And the fearful breakers roar 
'Twixt me and the peaceful rest, 
Then, while leaning on thy breast, 
May I hear thee say to me, 
1 * Fear not, I will pilot thee ! " 

Rev. Edward Hopper (1813-1888.) 

3d Infinity of God. 0. K. 

1 Gbeat God ! how infinite art thou I 
What worthless worms are we ! 
Let the whole race of creatures bow, 
And pay their praise to thee. 

"2 Thy throne eternal ages stood, 
Ere seas or stars were made ; 
Thou art the ever living God, 
Were all the nations dead. 

3 Eternity, with all its years. 

Stands present in thy view ; 
To thee there's nothing old appears ; 
Great God, there's nothing new. 

4 Our lives through various scenes are drawn, 

And vexed with trifling cares, 
While thine eternal thought moves on 
Thine undisturbed affairs. 

5 Great God ! how infinite art thou ! 

What worthless worms are we ! 
Let the whole race of creatures bow, 
And pay their praise to thee. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 



HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 71 

JJl The divine perfections. CM. 

1 How shall I praise the eternal God, 

That infinite unknown ? 
Who can ascend his high abode, 
Or venture near his throne ? 

2 Those watchful eyes, that never sleep, 

Survey the world around ; 
His wisdom is a boundless deep, 

Where all our thoughts are drowned. 

3 He knows no shadow of a change, 

Nor alters his decrees ; 
Firm as a rock his truth remains, 
To guard his promises. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 



98 



Psalm xc. C. M„ 

1 O God, our help in ages past, 

Our hope for years to come ; 
Our shelter from the stormy blast, 
And our eternal home. 

2 Before the hills in order stood, 

Or earth received her frame, 

From everlasting thou art God, 

To endless years the same. 

3 A thousand ages in thy sight 

Are like the evening gone ; 
Short as the watch that ends the night, 
Before the rising sun. 

4 Time, like an ever-rolling stream, 

Bears all its sons away ; 
They fly, forgotten, as a dream 
Dies at the opening day. 



72 HYMX8 OF DEVOTION. 

5 O God, our help in ages past, 
Our hope for years to come, 
Be thou our guard while troubles last, 
And our eternal home. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 

u>9 Mysteries of Providence. CM. 

1 God moves in a mysterious way, 

His wonders to perform ; 
He plants his footsteps in the sea, 
And rides upon the storm. 

2 Deep in unfathomable mines 

Of never failing skill, 
He treasures up his bright designs, 
And works his sovereign will. 

S Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take ; 
The clouds ye so much dread 
Are big with mercy, and shall break 
In blessings on your head. 

4 His purposes will ripen fast, 
Unfolding every hour ; 
The bud may have a bitter taste, 
But sweet will be the flower. 

Wm. Cowper (1731-1800.) 

1.00 Changing Scenes. C. M. 

1 Through all the changing scenes of life, 

In trouble and in joy, 
The praises of my God shall still 
My heart and tongue employ. 

2 My soul shall make her boast in him 

And celebrate his fame ; 



HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 73 

Come, magnify the Lord with me, ■ 
With me exalt his name. 

3 The hosts of God encamp around 

The dwellings of the just; 
Deliverance he affords to all 
Who on his succor trust. 

4 Oh! make but trial of his love; 

Experience will decide 
How blest are they, and only they, 
Who in his truth confide. 

5 Fear him, ye saints, and you will then 

Have nothing else to fear , 
Come, make his service your delight ; 
He'll make your wants his care. 

Tate and Brady, 1696, 

10 1 Submission. C. M*. 

1 Theough all the downward tracts of time, 

God's watchful eye surveys ; 
Oh ! who so wise to choose our lot, 
And regulate our ways ? 

2 I cannot doubt his bounteous love, 

Immeasurably kind; 
To his unerring, gracious will, 
Be every wish resigned. 

3 Good when he gives, supremely good, 

Nor less when he denies ; 
E'en crosses, from his sovereign hand, 
Are blessings in disguise. 

Hervey^ 



74 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 

\i)Z At Eve it shall be Light. C. 1& 

1 We journey through a vale of tears, 

By many a cloud o'er cast; 
And worldly cares and worldly fears 
Go with us to the last. 

2 Not to the last: God's word hath said, — 

Could we but read aright, — 
" Poor pilgrim, lift in hope thy head, 
At eve it shall be light." 

3 When tempest clouds are dark on high, 

His bow of love and peace 
Shines sweetly on the vaulted sky, 
A pledge that storms shall cease. 

4 Hold on thy way, with hope unchilled, 

By faith and not by sight, 
And thou shalt own his word fulfilled : 
At eve it shall be light. 

Bernard Barton (1784-1849.) 

108 The Mercy Seat. C. A! 

1 Theee is a heavenly mercy seat, 

To calm the sinner's fears ; 
There is a Saviour, at whose feet 
The mourner dries his tears. 

2 When friends depart, and hopes are riven, 

And gathering storms I see, 
My soul is but the sooner driven, 
Eternal Rock, to thee. 

Anon, 



HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 75 

104 Sovereignty of God. C. M, 

1 Our times are in thy hand; 

O God, we wish them there ; 
Our life, our friends, our souls, we leave 
Entirely to thy care. 

2 Our times are in thy hand, 

Whatever they may be, 
Pleasing or painful, dark or bright, 
As best may seem to thee. 

3 Our times are in thy hand, 

Why should we doubt or fear? 
A father's hand will never cause 
His child a needless tear. 

4 Our times are in thy hand,. 

Jesus, the crucified: 
The hand our many sins have pierced 
Is now our guard and guide. 

Rev. Horatius Bonar (1S0&-189O.) 

105 Value of Present Time. S. ML 

1 To-morrow, Lord, is thine, 

Lodged in thy sovereign hand ; 
And if its sun arise and shine, 
It shines by thy command. 

2 The present moment flies, 

And bears our life away ; 
Oh ! make thy servants truly wise, 
That they may live to-day. 

3 Since on this winged hour 

Eternity is hung, 
Waken by thy almighty power 
The aged and the young. 



76 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 

4 One thing demands our care ; 
Oh ! be it still pursued, 
Lest, slighted once, the season fair 
Should never be renewed. 

To Jesus may we fly, 

Swift as the morning light, 
Lest life's young golden beam should die, 
In sudden, endless night. 

Rev. Philip Doddridge (1702-1751.) 

106 Psalm xxiii. S. M. 

1 The Lord my Shepherd is, 

I shall be well supplied ; 
Since he is mine, and I am his, 
What can I want beside ? 

2 He leads me to the place 

Where heavenly pasture grows, 
Where living waters gently pass, 
And full salvation flows. 

3 If e'er I go astray, 

He doth my soul reclaim, 
And guides me in his own right way, 
For his most holy name. 

4 While he affords his aid, 

I cannot yield to fear ; 
Tho' I should walk thro' death's dark shade, 
My Shepherd's with me there. 

5 Amid surrounding foes 

Thou dost my table spread ; 
Jly cup with blessings overflows, 
And joy exalts my head. 



HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 77 

6 The bounties of thy love 

Shall crown my following days ; 

Nor from thy house will I remove, 

Nor cease to speak thy praise. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 

107 The Mourner Comforted. S. M. 

1 Your harps, ye trembling saints, 

Down from the willows take ; 
Loud to the praise of love divine, 
Bid every string awake. 

2 Though in a foreign land, 

We are not far from home, 
And nearer to our house above, 
We every moment come. 

3 His grace will, to the end, 

Stronger and brighter shine ; 
Nor present things, nor things to come, 
Shall quench the love divine. 

4 When we in darkness walk, 

Nor feel the heavenly flame, 
Then is the time to trust our God, 
And rest upon his name. 

5 Soon shall our doubts and fears 

Subside at his control ; 
His loving kindness shall break through 
The midnight of the soul. 

6 Blest is the man, God, 

That stays himself on thee ; 
Who waits for thy salvation, Lord> 
Shall thy salvation see. 

Rev. A. M. Toplady (1740-1778.) 



78 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 

l"o Doxology. S. M. 

Give to the Father praise, 

Give glory to the Son, 
And to the Spirit of his grace 
Be equal honors done. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 

It! If The promises precious . lis, 

1 How firm a foundation, ye saints of the 

Lord, 
Is laid for your faith in his excellent word I 
What more can he say than to you he hath 

said, 
You who unto Jesus for refuge have fled ? 

2 In every condition, in sickness, in health, 
In poverty's vale, or abounding in wealth, 
At home, and abroad, on the land, on the 

sea, 
4 'As thy days may demand, shall thy 
strength ever be." 

3 " Fear not, I am with thee, Oh! be not dis- 

mayed, 
I, I am thy God, and will still give thee aid ; 
I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause 

thee to stand, 
Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand. 

4 "When through fiery trials thy pathway 

shall lie, 
My grace all-sufficient shall be thy supply ; 
The flame shall not hurt thee ; I only design 
Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to 

refine. 



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5 "E'en down to old age, all my people shall 

prove 
My sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love; 
And when hoary hairs shall their temples 

adorn, 
Like lambs they shall still in my bosom be 

borne. 

6 "The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for 

repose, 
I will not, I will not desert to his foes ; . 
That soul, though all hell should endeavor 

to shake, 
I'll never, no never, no never forsake." 

Geo. Keith, 1787. 

110 God? s Sovereignty. 7s. 

1 Soveeeign Ruler of the skies, 
Ever gracious, ever wise, 

All my times are in thy hand, 
All events at thy command. 

2 Times of sickness, times of health ; 
Times of penury and wealth ; 
Times of trial and of grief ; 
Times of triumph and relief. 

3 Times the tempter's power to prove; 
Times to taste a Saviour's love ,• 
Ail must come, and last, and end, 
As shall please my heavenly Friend. 

4 Thee at all times will I bless ; 
Having thee, I all possess ; 
How can I bereaved be, 
Since I cannot part with thee, 

John Ryland. 1777. 



80 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 

Ill Support in trial. 7s,. 

1 Oft in danger, oft in woe, 
Onward, Christians, onward go ; 
Bear the toil, maintain the strife, 
Strengthened with the Bread of life. 

2 Let not sorrow dim your eye, 
Soon shall every tear be dry ; 
Let not fear your course impede, 
Great your strength, if great your need. 

3 Let your drooping hearts be glad ; 
March, in heavenly armor clad; 
Fight, nor think the battle long ; 
Soon shall victory wake your song. 

4 Onward, then, to glory move, 

More than conquerors ye shall prove; 
Though opposed by many a foe, 
Christian soldiers, onward go. 

H. K. White (—1806.) 

Il<£ Jesus, Jesus, visit me. 7%. 

1 Jesus, Jesus, visit me, 

How my soul longs after thee ! 
"When, my best, my dearest Friend, 
Shall our separation end ? 

2 Lord, my longings never cease; 
Without thee I find no peace ; 
'Tis my constant cry to thee, 
Jesus, Jesus, visit me. 

3 Come, inhabit then my heart, 
Purge its sin and heal its smart- 
See, I ever cry to thee, 

Jesus, Jesus, visit me. 



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4 Patiently I wait thy day ; 
For this gift alone I pray, 
That when death shall visit me, 
Thou my light and life shall be. 

Angelus (—^677;, Tr. by Rev. B. P. Dunn* 

II O Thine forever, 1b~ 

1 Thine for ever! God of love, 
Hear us from thy throne above I 
Thine for ever may we be, 
Here and in eternity ! 

2 Thine for ever! oh! how blest 
They who find in thee their rest ! 
Saviour, Guardian, heavenly Friend,. 
Oh ! defend us to the end. 

3 Thine for ever ! Saviour, keep 
These, thy frail and trembling sheep ; 
Safe alone beneath thy care, 

Let us all thy goodness share. 

4 Thine for ever! thou our Guide, 
All our wants by thee supplied, 
All our sins by thee forgiven, 

Lead us, Lord, from earth to heaven. 

Mrs. M. F. Maude, 1848. 

114 Gratitude, lu ML 

1 My God, how endless is thy love ! 

Thy gifts are every evening new ; 
And morning mercies from above, 
Gently distill like early dew. 

2 Thou spread' st the curtains of the night, 

^reat Guardian of my sleeping hours; 
6 



82 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 

Thy sovereign word restores the light, 
And quickens all my drowsy powers. 
3 I yield my powers to thy command ; 
To thee I consecrate my days ; 
Perpetual blessings from thine hand 
Demand perpetual songs of praise. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (16i4-1748.) 

115 Psalm li. L. M. 

1 Show pity, Lord; O Lord, forgive; 
Let a repenting rebel live ; 

Are not thy mercies large and free ? 
May not a sinner trust in thee ? 

2 Oh ! wash my soul from every sin, 
And make my guilty conscience clean ; 
Here on my heart the burden lies, 
And past offences pain mine eyes. 

3 My lips with shame my sins confess, 
Against thy law, against thy grace ; 
Lord, should thy judgments grow severe, 
I am condemned, but thou art clear. 

4 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord, 
Whose hope, still hovering round thy word, 
Would light on some sweet promise there, 
Some sure support against despair. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 

lib Prayer for reviving influences. L. M. 

1 Come, sacred Spirit, from above, 
And fill the coldest heart with love ; 
Soften to flesh the flinty stone, 
And let thy Godlike power be known. 



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2 Speak thou, and from the haughtiest eyes 
Shall floods of pious sorrow rise; 
While all their glowing souls are borne, 
To seek that grace which now they scorn. 

3 Oh! let a holy flock await, 
Numerous, around thy temple gate ; 
Each pressing on, with zeal, to be 
A living sacrifice to thee. 

4 In answer to our fervent cries, 
Give us to see thy church arise ; 
Or, if that blessing seems too great, 
Give us to mourn its low estate. 

Rev. Philip Doddridge (1702-1751.) 

Ill Prayer for faith. G. ML 

1 Oh ! for a faith that will not shrink, 

Though pressed by every foe ; 
That will not tremble on the brink 
Of any earthly woe. 

2 That will not murmur nor complain, 

Beneath the chastening rod ; 
But in the hour of grief or pain, 
Can lean upon its God. 

3 A faith that shines more bright and clear, 

When tempests rage without ; 
That when in danger knows no fear, 
In darkness feels no doubt : 

4 That bears unmoved the worlds dread. 

frown, ' 
Nor heeds its scornful smile ; 
That sin's wild ocean cannot drown, 
Nor its soft arts beguile.. 



84 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 

5 A faith that keeps the narrow way 
By truth restrained and led, 
And with a pure and heavenly ray, 
Lights up a dying bed. 

Rev. W. H. Bathurst (1796-1877.) 
118 Thy will he done. CM 

1 How sweet to be allowed to pray 
To God, the holy one, 
With filial love and truth to say, 
' < O God, thy will be done. " 
"2 Here in these sacred words we find 
A cure for every ill ; 
They calm and soothe the troubled mind, 
And bid all care be still. 
3 Oh ! could my heart thus ever pray, 
Thus imitate thy Son ! 
Teach me, O God, with truth to say, 
" Thy will, not mine, be done." 

Social Choir. 

119 Prayer for resignation. CM, 

1 Thotj boundless Source of every good, 

Our best desires fulfil ; 
Help us adore thy wondrous grace, 
And mark thy sovereign will. 

2 Teach us, in time of deep distress, 

To own thy hand, O God ; 
And in submissive silence learn 
The lessons of thy rod. 

3 In every changing scene of life, 

Whatever that scene may be, 
Give us a meek and humble mind, 
A mind at peace with thee. 



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4 Then shall we close our eyes in death, 
Free from distracting care, 
For death is life — and labor rest, 
If thou art with us there. 

Rev. Philip Doddridge (1702-1751.) 

IZ\) Goodness of Divine Providence. CM. 

1 Whilst thee I seek, Protecting Power, 

Be my vain wishes stilled 
And may this consecrated hour 
With better hopes be filled. 

2 Thy love the power of thought bestowed ; 

To thee my thoughts would soar ; 
Thy mercy o'er my life has flowed ; 
That mercy I adore. 

3 In each event of life, how clear 

Thy ruling hand I see ; 
Each blessing to my soul, most dear, 
Because conferred by thee. 

4 In every joy that crowns my days, 

In every pain I bear, 
My heart shall find delight in praise, 
Or seek relief in prayer. 

5 When gladness wings the favored hour, 

Thy love my thoughts shall fill ; 
Resigned, when storms of sorrow lower, 
My soul shall meet thy will. 

6 My lifted eye, without a tear, 

The gathering storm shall see ; 
My steadfast heart shall know no fear ; 
That heart will rest on thee. 

Miss Helen M. Williams (1763-1827.) 



86 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 

1^1 Sweet is the memory. G. M. 

1 Sweet is the memory of thy grace, 

My God, my Heavenly King, 
Let age to age thy righteousness, 
In sounds of glory sing. 

2 God reigns on high, but ne'er confines 

His goodness to the skies ; 
Through the whole earth his bounty shines, 
And every want supplies. 

3 With longing eyes thy creatures wait 

On thee for daily food ; 
Thy liberal hand provides their meat, 
And fills their mouths with good. 

4 How kind are thy compassions, Lord I 

How slow thine anger moves I 
But soon he sends his pardoning word 
To cheer the souls he loves. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674- 1748.) 

\ZZ God calling yet. L. M 

1 God calling yet ! shall I not hear ? 
Earth's pleasures shall I still hold dear? 
Shall life's swift passing years all fly, 
And still my soul in slumber lie ? 

2 God calling yet ! and shall he knock, 
And I my heart the closer lock ? 

He still is waiting to receive, 
And shall I dare his Spirit grieve ? 

3 God calling yet ! and shall I give 
No heed, but still in bondage live ? 



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X wait, but he does not forsake ; 
Ho calls me still ; my heart, awake ! 

4 God calling yet ! I cannot stay ; 
My heart I yield without delay ; 

Vain world, farewell, from thee I part ; 
The voice of God hath reached my heart. 
Gerhard Tersteegen (1697-17fi0,) 
Tr. by Miss Jane Borthvrick, 1854. 

I io Evening Hymn. L. M 

1 Thus far the Lord has led me on, 

Thus far his power prolongs my days, 
And every evening shall make known 
Some fresh memorial of his grace. 

5 Much of my time has run to waste, 

And I, perhaps, am near my home ; 
But he forgives my follies past ; 
He gives me strength for days to come. 

2 I lay my body down to sleep, 

Peace is the pillow for my head ; 
While well appointed angels keep 

Their watchful stations round my bed. 
4 Thus, when the night of death shall come, 
My flesh shall rest beneath the ground, 
And wait thy voice to rouse the tomb, 
With sweet salvation in the sound. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 

1/&4 Hope for the suffering. L. M. 

1 Oh ! deem not they are blest alone 

Whose lives a peaceful tenor keep ; 
For God, who pities man, has shown 

A blessing for the eyes that weep. 



88 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 

2 The light of smiles shall fill again 

The lids that overflow with tears ; 
And weary hours of woe and pain 
Are promises of happier years. 

3 There is a day of sunny rest 

For every dark and troubled night ; 

And grief may bide an evening guest, 

But joy shall come with early light. 

4 'Ror let the good man's trust depart, 

Though life its common gifts deny ; 

Though with a pierced and broken heart. 

And spurned of men, he goes to die. 

5 For God has marked each sorrowing day, 

And numbered every secret tear, 
And heaven's long age of bliss shall pay 
For all his children suffer here. 

Wm. Cullen Bryant (1794-1878.) 

H& Christian walking by faith. L. 3ML 

1 'Tis by the faith of joys to come 

We walk through deserts dark as night ; 
Till we arrive at heaven our home, 
Faith is our guide, and faith our light. 

3 The want of sight she well supplies ; 
She makes the pearly gates appear ; 
Far into distant worlds she pries, 
And brings eternal glories near. 

3 Cheerful we tread the desert through, 
While faith inspires a heavenly ray, 



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Though lions roar, and tempests blow, 
And rocks and dangers fill the way. 

4 So Abram, by divine command, 

Left his own house to walk with God ; 
His faith beheld the promised land, 
And fired his zeal along the road. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 

IZb Consolations in sickness. C. M, 

1 When languor and disease invade 

This trembling house of clay, 
'Tis sweet to look beyond my pains, 
And long to fly away. 

2 Sweet to reflect how grace divine 

My sins on Jesus laid ; 
Sweet to remember that his blood 
My debt of suffering paid. 

3 Sweet on his righteousness to stand, 

Which saves from second death ; 
Sweet to experience, day by day, 
His Spirit's quickening breath. 

4 Sweet in the confidence of faith, 

To trust his firm decrees ; 
Sweet to lie passive in his hands, 
And know no will but his. 

5 If such the sweetness of the streams, 

What must the fountain be, 
Where saints and angels draw their bliss 
Immediately from thee. 

Rev. A. M. Toplady (1740-1778.) 



90 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 

I Z I Prayer for assurance. C. M, 

1 Why should the children of a king 

Go mourning all their days ? 
Great Comforter, descend and bring 
Some tokens of thy grace. 

2 Dost thou not dwell in all the saints, 

And seal the heirs of heaven ? 
When wilt thou banish my complaints, 
And show my sins forgiven ? 

3 Assure my conscience of my part 

In the Redeemer's blood ; 
And bear thy witness with my heart 
That I am born of God. 

4 Thou art the earnest of his love, 

The pledge of joys to come ; 
And thy soft wings, celestial dove, 
Will safe convey me home. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 

M.AO No tears in heaven. CM. 

1 What if our bark, o'er life's rough wave, 

By adverse winds be driven, 
And howling tempests round us rave — 
There are no tears in heaven. 

2 What though affliction be our lot, 

Our hearts with anguish riven, 
Still let it never be forgot — 
There are no tears in heaven. 

3 Our sweetest joys here vanish all, 

And fade like hues at even ,- 



HYMNS OF DEVOTION. $1 

Our fairest hopes like flowers fall — 
There are no tears in heaven. 

4 Thou, God, our Joy and Rest shalt be, 
And sorrow far be driven ; 
And sin and death forever flee — 
There are no tears in heaven. 

Hunter's Sel. Mel. 

129 Psalm xxiit ait 

1 The Lord's my Shepherd, I'll not want; 

He makes me down to lie 
In pastures green ; he leadeth me 
The quiet waters by. 

2 My soul he doth restore again, 

And me to walk doth make 
Within the paths of righteousness, 
E'en for his own name's sake. 

3 Yea, though I walk in death's dark vale r 

Yet will I fear no ill ; 
For thou art with me, and thy rod 
And staff me comfort still. 

4 My table thou hast furnished 

In presence of my foes ; 
My head thou dost with oil anoint, 
And my cup overflows. 

5 Goodness and mercy all my life, 

Shall surely follow me ; 
And in God's house for evermore 
My dwelling-place shall be. 

Rev. Francis Bouse (1579-1658.) 



92 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 

13 V Evening prayer, C. M, 

1 I love to steal awhile away 

From every cumbering care, 
And spend the hours of setting day 
In humble, grateful prayer. 

2 I love in solitude to shed 

The penitential tear, 
And all his promises to plead, 
Where none but God can hear. 

3 I love to think on mercies past, 

And future good implore, 
And all my cares and sorrows cast 
On him whom I adore. 

4 I love by faith to take a view 

Of brighter scenes in heaven ; 
The prospect doth my strength renew, 
While here by tempests driven. 

5 Thus, when life's toilsome day is o'er, 

May its departing ray 
Be calm as this impressive hour, 
And lead to endless day. 

Mrs. Phoebe H. Brown (1783-1861.) 



Psalm exxxix. C. M„ 



131 

1 In all my vast concerns with thee, 

In vain my soul would try 
To shun thy presence, Lord, or flee 
The notice of thine eye. 

2 Thy all-surrounding sight surveys 

My rising and my rest, 



HYMXS OF DEVOTION. 9£ 

My public walks, my private ways, 
And secrets of my breast. 

3 My thoughts lie open to the Lord, 

Before they're formed within ; 
And ere my lips pronounce the word, 
He knows the sense I mean. 

4 Oh! wondrous knowledge, deep and high. 

Where can a creature hide ; 
Within thy circling arms I lie, 
Enclosed on every side. 

5 So let thy grace surround me still, 

And like a bulwark prove, 
To guard my soul from every ill, 
Secured by sovereign love. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 



132 



Bethel. 6s & 4s. 

1 Nearer, my God, to thee, 

Nearer to thee ! 
E'en though it be a cross 

That raiseth me ! 
Still all my song shall be, 
Nearer, my God, to thee, 

Nearer to thee ! 

2 Though, like a wanderer, 

The sun gone down, 
Darkness be over me, 

My rest a stone, 
Yet in my dreams I'd be 
Nearer, my God, to thee, 

Nearer to thee ! 



3J4 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 

3 Then with my waking thoughts 

Bright with thy praise, 
Out of my stony griefs 

Bethel I'll raise ; 
So by my woes to be 
Nearer, my God, to thee, 

Nearer to thee. 

4 Or if, on joyful wing, 

Cleaving the sky, 
Sun, moon, and stars forgot, 

Upward I fly, 
Still all my song shall be, 
Nearer, my God, to thee, 

Nearer to thee. 

Mrs. Sarah Flower Adams (1805-1848.) 

l&O Ever with the Lord. 6s 4 4s. 

1 Evee, my Lord, with thee, 

Ever with thee ! 
Through all eternity 

Thy face to see! 
I count this heaven, to be 
Ever, my Lord, with thee, 

Ever with thee. 

:2 Fair is Jerusalem, 

All of pure gold, 
Garnished with many a gem 

Of worth untold : 
I only ask, to be 
JCver, my Lord, with thee, 

Ever with thee. 



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3 River of life there flows 

As crystal clear ; 
The tree of life there grows 

For healing near ; 
But this crowns all, to be 
Ever, my Lord, with thee, 

Ever with thee. 

4 No curse is there, no night, 

No grief, no fear ; 
Thy smile fills heaven with light, 

Dries every tear : 
What rapture there to be 
Ever, my Lord, with thee, 
Ever with thee. 

Abraham Coles, M. D., (1813-1891.) 
From " The Microcosm and other Poems," by per. 

Id 4 Angels watching over us. 8s. 

1 Inspieer and hearer of prayer, 

Thou Shepherd and Guardian of thine, 
My all to thy covenant care 
I, sleeping and waking, resign. 

2 If thou art my Shield and my Sun, 

The night is no darkness to me, 
And, fast as my moments roll on, 
They bring me but nearer to thee. 

3 Thy ministering spirits descend, 

And watch while thy saints are asleep ; 
By day and by night they attend, 
The heirs of salvation to keep. 



96 HTMXS OF DEVOTION. 

4 Bright seraphs, despatched from the throne, 
Fly swift to their stations assign' d; 
And angels elect are sent down, 
To guard the redeemed of mankind- 

Thy worship no interval knows : 

Their fervor is still on the wing ; 
And while they protect my repose, 
They chant to the praise of my King. 

6 I, too, at the season ordained, 
Their chorus forever shall join, 
And love and adore, without end, 
Their gracious Creator and mine. 

Rev. A. M. Toplady (1740-177-8.) 

It>£) Abide thou with us. 8s. 

1 O Jesus, Saviour, sweet Desire 
Of all the saints, those who aspire 
To find life's pleasures in thy love, 
Till comes the grander life above ; 

.2 O Jesus, Saviour, deign to meet 
With us around thy mercy-seat ; 
And with thy Holy Spirit's power, 
To bless us in this favored hour. 

3 O Jesus, Saviour, all our hope, 

While thro' life's clouded maze we grope, 
Be thou the light within our hearts, 
And give the strength that faith imparts. 

4 O Jesus, Saviour, grant us grace 

To know, and love, and seek thy face, 
To feel all else beside is small, 
And thou alone our all in all. 



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5 O Jesus, Saviour, come, abide 
Forever constant at our side, 
That we may surer choose the way 
That leadeth unto endless day. 

Robert WJiittet, 1891, 

Uto Watch and pray. 7s & 3s. 

1 " Christian! seek not yet repose," 

Hear thy loving Saviour say ; 
Thou art in the midst of foes ; 
"Watch and pray." 

2 Principalities and powers, 

Mustering their unseen array, 
Wait for thy unguarded hours ; 
1 ' Watch and pray." 

3 Gird thy heavenly armor on, 

Wear it ever, night and day ; 
Ambushed lies the evil one ; 
" Watch and pray." 

4 Hear the victors who overcame ; 

Still they mark each warrior's way; 
All with one sweet voice exclaim, 
" Watch and pray." 

5 Hear, above all, hear thy Lord, 

Him thou lovest to obey ; 
Hide within thy heart his word % 
" Watch and pray." 

6 Watch, as if on that alone 

Hung the issue of the day ; 
Pray that help may be sent down ; 

" Watch and pray." 
7 Miss Charlotte Elliott (1789-1871 J 



98 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 

ID I Adoration. 8s, 5s, 4s & 3s, 

1 Angel voices, ever singing, 

Round thy throne of light, 
Angel harps, forever ringing, 

Rest not day nor night ; 
Thousands only live to bless thee, 
And confess thee 
Lord of might! 

2 Thou, who art beyond the farthest 

Mortal eye can scan, — 
Can it be that thou regardest 

Songs of sinful man? 
Can we know that thou art near us, 
And wilt hear us ? 
Yea, we can. 

3 In thy house, great God, we offer 

Of thine own to thee ; 
And for thine acceptance proffer, 

All unworthily, 
Hearts and minds and hands and voices, 
In our choicest 
Psalmody. 

4 Honor, glory, might, and merit, 

Thine shall ever be, 
Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, 

Blessed Trinity! 
Of the best that thou hast given, 
Earth and heaven 
Render thee. 

Rev. Francis Pott, 1861. 



HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 99 

I tSo Days and moments. 83 & 7s. 

1 Days and moments quickly flying 

Blend the living with the dead : 
Soon will you and I be lying 
Each within our narrow bed. 

2 Soon our souls to God who gave them 

Will have sped their rapid flight : 
Able now by grace to save them, 
Oh! that while we can we might! 
S Jesus, Infinite Redeemer, 

Maker of this mighty frame, 
Teach, oh! teach us to remember 
What we are, and whence we came. 
4 Whence we came, and whither wending, 
Soon we must through darkness go, 
To inherit bliss unending, 
Or eternity of woe. 

Rev. Edward Caswall (1814-1878.) 

lit) / Sun of Righteousness. L. M. 

1 On! Sun of Righteousness divine, 
On us with beams of mercy shine ; 
Chase the dark clouds of guilt away, 
And turn our darkness into day. 

2 While mourning o'er our guilt and shame, 
And asking mercy in thy name, 

Dear Saviour, cleanse us with thy blood, 
And be our advocate with God. 

3 Sustain when sinking in distress, 
And guide us through this wilderness ; 
Teach our low thoughts from earth to rise, 
And lead us onward to the skies. Anon. 



100 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 

1 40 Pleading for Mercy. L. M. 

1 With broken heart and contrite sigh, 
A trembling sinner, Lord, I cry ; 
Thy pardoning grace is rich and free : 
O God, be merciful to me ! 

2 I smite upon my troubled breast, 

With deep and conscious guilt oppressed ; 
Christ and his cross my only plea : 
O God, be merciful to me! 

3 Far off I stand, with tearful eyes, 
ISTor dare uplift them to the skies ; 
But thou dost all my anguish see : 
O God, be merciful to me ! 

4 Nor alms, nor deeds that I have done r 
Can for a single sin atone ; 

To Calvary alone I flee : 
O God, be merciful to me ! 

5 And when, redeemed from sin and hell, 
With all the ransomed throng I dwell, 
My raptured song shall ever be, 

God has been merciful to me ! 

Rev. Cornelius Etvin (1797-1873.) 

141 Wlien thou art converted. L. M, 

1 Loed, speak to me, that I may speak 

In living echoes of thy tone ; 
As thou hast sought, so let me seek 
Thy erring children lost and lone. 

2 Oh ! lead me, Lord, that I may lead 

The wandering and the wavering feet; 
Oh ! feed me, Lord, that I may feed 
Thy hungering ones with manna sweet. 



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3 Oh ! give thine own sweet rest to ine, 

That I may speak with soothing power 
A word in season, as from thee, 
To weary ones in needful hour. 

4 Oh ! fill me with thy fullness, Lord, 

Until my very heart o'er flow, 
In kindling thought and glowing word, 
Thy love to tell, thy praise to show. 

Miss Frances Ridley Havergal (1836-1879.) 

142 Land of Holy Light. 8s & 7s , D. 

1 Blessed country, home of Jesus, 

Oh ! thou Land of Holy Light, 
Lit with flame of sacred story, 

Gleaming through the world's dark night, 
Throw upon our life's deep shadows 

Beams to cheer our onward way ; 
In the time of doubt and sorrow, 

Point us to the cloudless day. 

2 Show us him who is the brightness 

Of thy long enduring fame. 
Him who gave thy hills the glory 

Of his own immortal name ; 
Let us see the shining Presence 

Which, in luminous attire, 
Prophets and apostles worshipped 

On the mount of heavenly fire. 

3 Land of sacred brook and river, 

Holy hill and solemn sea, 
May thy very dust and ruins 
Tell us, while we think of thee, 



102 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 

Wondrous tales of love and blessing, 
That our souls may not repine ; 

How were healed the sick and sorrowing 
By the lonely Man divine. 

4 Show us now in holiest visions 

Him who wept and prayed and died 
In the garden, on the mountain, — 

Show us Christ, the crucified : 
Lead us to him in the morning, 

Clad in resurrection might ; 
Bring us near our glorious Saviour, 

Oh ! thou Land of Holy Light. 

Rev. Robert P. Kerr, 1891. 

1 43 Worthy the Lamb. L. M. 

1 What equal honors shall we bring 

To thee, O Lord, our God, the Lamb, 
When all the notes that angels sing 
Are far inferior to thy name? 

2 Worthy is he that once was slain, 

The Prince of Peace, that groaned and died, 
Worthy to rise and live, and reign 
At his Almighty Father's side. 

3 Honor immortal must be paid 

Instead of scandal and of scorn ; 
While glory shines around his head, 
And a bright crown without a thorn. 

4 Blessings forever on the Lamb, 

Who bore the curse for wretched men : 
Let angels sound his sacred name, 
And every creature say, Amen ! 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-i748.) 



HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 103 

144 Chief object of a believer's love, 8s, D. 

1 How tedious and tasteless the hours, 

When Jesus no longer I see ; [flowers, 
Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet 

Have lost all their sweetness to me ; 
The midsummer sun shines but dim, 

The fields strive in vain to look gay ; 
But when I am happy in him, 

December's as pleasant as May. 

2 His name yields the richest perfume, 

And sweeter than music his voice ; 
His presence disperses my gloom, 

And makes all within me rejoice ; 
I should, were he always thus nigh, 

Have nothing to wish or to fear ; 
No mortal so happy as I, 

My summer would last all the year. 

3 Content with beholding his face, 

My all to his pleasure resigned, 
No changes of season or place 

Would make any change in my mind. 
While blessed with a sense of his love, 

A palace a toy would appear ; 
And prisons would palaces prove, 

If Jesus would dwell with me there. 

4 Dear Lord, if indeed I am thine, 

If thou art my sun and my song, 
Say, why do I languish and pine, 

And why are my winters so long ? 
Oh ! drive these dark clouds from my sky, 

Thy soul-cheering presence restore ; 
Or take me unto thee on high, 

Where winter and clouds are no more. 
Rev. John Newton (1725-1807.) 



104 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 

140 My gracious Redeemer. 8s, D. 

1 My gracious Redeemer I love ; 

His praises aloud I'll proclaim ; 
And join with the armies above, 

To shout his adorable name. 
To gaze on his glories divine 

Shall be my eternal employ ; 
To see them incessantly shine, 

My boundless, ineffable joy. 

2 He freely redeemed with his blood 

My soul from the confines of hell, 
To live on the smiles of my God, 

And in his sweet presence to dwell. 
To shine with the angels in light, 

With saints and with seraphs to sing, 
To view with eternal delight 

My Jesus, my Saviour, my King ! 

Rev. Benj. Francis (1734-1799.) 

14 b Divine light. 7s & 6s, D. 

1 Sometimes a light surprises 

The Christian while he sings ; 
It is the Lord, who rises, 

With healing in his wings ; 
When comforts are declining, 

He grants the soul again 
A season of clear shining, 

To cheer it after rain. 

2 In holy contemplation, 

We sweetly then pursue 
The theme of God's salvation, 
And find it ever new : 



HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 105 

Set free from present sorrow, 

We cheerfully can say, 
Let the unknown to-morrow 

Bring with it what it may. 

3 It can bring with it nothing, 

But he will bear us through ; 
Who gives the lilies clothing, 

Will clothe his people too : 
Beneath the spreading heavens, 

No creature but is fed ; 
And he who feeds the ravens, 

Will give his children bread. 

4 Though vine nor fig-tree neither, 

Their wonted fruit should bear, 
Though all the fields should wither, 

Nor flocks nor herds be there ; 
Yet God the same abiding, 

His grace shall tune my voice ; 
For while in him confiding, 

I cannot but rejoice. 

Wm. Cowper (1731-1800.) 

147 God first chose me. 7s & 6s t D. 

1 *Tis not that I did choose thee, 

For, Lord, that could not be ; 
This heart would still refuse thee ; 

But thou hast chosen me ; 
Thou from the sin that stained me, 

Hast cleansed and set me free, 
Of old thou hast ordained me, 

That I should live to thee. 



106 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 

2 'Twas sovereign mercy called me, 

And taught rny opening mind ■ 
The world had else enthralled me, 

To heavenly glories blind : 
My heart owns none before thee ; 

For thy rich grace I thirst; 
This knowing, if I love thee, 

Thou must have loved me first. 

Josiah Cander (1789-1855.) 



14 8 The Lord's Pity. S. M, 

1 The pity of the Lord, 

To those that fear his name, 

Is such as tender parents feel ; 

He knows our feeble frame. 

2 He knows we are but dust, 

Scattered with every breath ; 
His anger, like a rising wind, 
Can send us swift to death. 

3 Our days are as the grass, 

Or like the morning flower ; 
If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field 
It withers in an hour, 

4 But thy compassions, Lord, 

To endless years endure ; 
And children's children ever find 
Thy words of promise sure. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 



HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 107 

I4U Suffering Saviour. S. M. 

1 Did Christ o'er sinners weep? 

And shall our cheeks be dry ? 
Let floods of penitential grief 
Burst forth from every eye. 

2 The Son of God in tears, 

Angels with wonder see ; 
Be thou astonished, oh ! my soul ; 
He shed those tears for thee. 

3 He wept that we might weep ; 

Each sin demands a tear ; 
In heaven alone no sin is found. 
And there's no weeping there. 

Rev. B. Beddome (1717-1795.) 

150 Adoption. S. M. 

1 Behold what wondrous grace 

The Father has bestowed 

On sinners of a mortal race, 

To call them sons of God. 

2 A hope so much divine, 

May trials well endure, 
3Iay purge our souls from sense and sin, 
As Christ the Lord is pure. 

3 If in my Father's love 

I share a filial part, 
Send down thy Spirit like a dove, 
To rest upon my heart. 

4 We would no longer lie 

Like slaves beneath the throne ; 
My faith shall Abba, Father, cry, 
And thou the kindred own. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 



108 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 

151 Doxology. S. M. 

The Father and the Son 

And Spirit we adore ; 
We praise, we bless, we worship thee, 

Both now and evermore ! 



Psalm xlii. C. M. 



152 

1 As pants the hart for cooling streams, 

When heated in the chase ; 
So longs my soul, O God, for thee, 
And thy refreshing grace. 

2 For thee, my God, the living God, 

My thirsty soul doth pine ; 
Oh ! when shall I behold thy face, 
Thou Majesty divine ? 

3 Why restless, why cast down, my soul ? 

Trust God, and he'll employ 
His aid for thee, and change these sighs 
To thankful hymns of joy. 

4 Why restless, why cast down, my soul? 

Hope still, and thou shalt sing 
The praise of him who is thy God, 
Thy health's eternal spring. 

Rev. H. F. Lyte (1793-1&17.) 

IDd Triumph in Christ. C. M. 

1 In every trouble, sharp and strong, 
My soul to Jesus flies ; 
My anchor-hold is firm in him, 
When swelling billows rise. 



HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 109 

2 His comforts bear my spirits up, 

I trust a faithful God ; 
The sure foundation of my hope 
Is in a Saviour's blood. 

3 Loud hallelujahs sing, my soul, 

To thy Redeemer's name ; 
In joy, in sorrow, life and death, 

His love is still the same. Coombs. 



154 Psalm lxiii. C. M. 

1 Eaely, my God, without delay, 

I haste to seek thy face ; 
My thirsty spirit faints away, 
Without thy cheering grace. 

2 I've seen thy glory and thy power 

Through all thy temples shine ; 
My God, repeat that heavenly hour, 
That vision so divine. 

S Not life itself, with all its joys, 
Can my best passions move, 
Or raise so high my cheerful voice, 
As thy forgiving love. 

4 Thus, till my last expiring day, 
I'll bless my God and King ; 
Thus will I lift my hands to pray, 
And tune my lips to sing. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 



110 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 

155 Guide me. 8s, 7s & 4s, 6 1. 

1 Guide me, oh! thou great Jehovah, 

Pilgrim through this barren land ; 
I am weak, but thou art mighty ; 
Hold me with thy powerful hand : 
Bread of heaven ! 
Feed me till I want no more. 

2 Open thou the crystal fountain, 

Whence the healing streams do flow ; 
Let the fiery, cloudy pillar 

Lead me all my journey through : 
Strong Deliverer I 
Be thou still my Strength and Shield. 

3 When I tread the verge of Jordan, 

Bid my anxious fears subside ; 
Bear me through the swelling current. 
Land me safe on Canaan's side : 
Songs of praises 
I will ever give to thee. 

Rev. Peter Williams (1719-1796.) 

leH) Saviour ! keep us. 8s, 7s & 4s, 6 L 

1 God of our salvation ! hear us ; 

Bless, oh! bless us, ere we go ; 

When we join the world, be near us, 

Lest we cold and careless grow. 

Saviour ! keep us, 
Keep us safe from every foe. 

2 As our steps are drawing nearer 

To our everlasting home, 
May our view of heaven grow clearer, 
Hope more bright of joys to come : 

And, when dying, 
May thy presence cheer the gloom. 

Rev. Thomas Kelly (1769-1855.) 



HYMNS OF DEVOTION. Ill 

ID I Guard us, guide «*. 8s, 7s & 4a, 6 1. 

1 Lead us, heavenly Father, lead us 

O'er the world's tempestuous sea ; 
Guard us, guide us, keep us, feed us, 
For we have no help but thee ; 

Yet possessing 

Every blessing, 
If our God our Father be. 

2 Saviour, breathe forgiveness o'er us, 

All our weakness thou dost know ; 
Thou didst tread this earth before us, 
Thou didst feel its keenest woe ; 

Lone and dreary, 

Faint and weary, 
Through the desert thou didst go. 

3 Spirit of our God, descending, 

Fill our hearts with heavenly joy ; 
Love with every passion blending, 
Pleasure that can never cloy, 
Thus provided, 
Pardoned, guided, 
Nothing can our peace destroy ^ 

James Edmeston (1791-1867.) 

158 Love Divine. 8s & 7s, D. 

1 Love divine, all love excelling, — 

Joy of heaven, to earth come down! 
Fix in us thy humble dwelling, 

All thy faithful mercies crown : 
Jesus ! thou art all compassion, 

Pure unbounded love thou art ; 
Visit us with thy salvation, 
Enter every trembling heart. 



112 EVMXS OF DEVOTION. 

2 Breathe, oh ! breathe thy loving Spirit 

Into every troubled breast! 
Let us all in thee inherit, 

Let us find thy promised rest: 
Come, Almighty to deliver, 

Let us all thy life receive ! 
Speedily return, and never, 

Never more thy temples leave I 

3 Finish then thy new creation, 

Pure, unspotted may we be ; 
Let us see our whole salvation 

Perfectly secured by thee ! 
Changed from glory into glory, 

Till in heaven we take our place ; 
Till we cast our crowns before thee, 

Lost in wonder, love, and praise. 

Rev. Charles Wesley (1708-1788.) 

159 Revival. 8s & 7s, 61 

1 Saviour! visit thy plantation, 

Grant us, Lord, a gracious rain ; 
All will come to desolation 

Unless thou return .again. 
Lord, revive us, Lord, revive us, 
All our help must come from thee. 

2 Keep no longer at a distance, 

Shine upon us from on high, 
Lest, from want of thine assistance, 
Every plant should droop and die. 
Lord, revive us, etc. 

3 Let our mutual love be fervent, 

Make us prevalent in prayers ; 



HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 118 

Let each one esteemed thy servant 
Shun the world's bewitching snares. 
Lord, revive us, etc. 

4 Break the tempter's fatal power; 
Turn the stony heart to flesh ; 
And begin from this good hour 
To revive thy work afresh. 
Lord, revive us, etc. 

Rev. John Newton (1725-1807.) 

160 Doxolngy. 8s, & 7s D. 

May the grace of Christ our Saviour, 
And the Father's boundless love, 
With the Holy Spirit's favor, 

Rest upon us from above. 
Thus may we abide in union 

With each other and the Lord, 

And possess, in sweet communion, 

Joys which earth cannot afford. 

Rev. John Xewton (1725-1807, > 

161 Going to Christ. 8s & 7s, D 

1 Take me, oh! my Father, take me! 
Take me, save me, through thy Son; 
That which thou wouldst have me, make me. 

Let thy will in me be done. 
Long from thee my footsteps straying, 

Thorny proved the way I trod; 
Weary come I now, and praying, 
Take me to thy love, my God ! 
8 



114 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 

5 Fruitless years with grief recalling, 

Humbly I confess my sin ; 
At thy feet, O Father, falling, 

To thy household take me in. 
Freely now to thee I proffer 

This relenting heart of mine ; 
Freely life and soul I offer — 

Gift unworthy love like thine. 

3 Once the world's Redeemer, dying, 
Bare our sins upon the tree 
On that sacrifice relying, 

Now I look in hope to thee. 
Father, take me ! all forgiving, 
Fold me to thy loving breast; 
In thy love for ever living, 
I must be for ever blest! 

Rev. Ray Palmer (180S-1887.) 

\bZ Saviour, hast thoufied? 8s & 7s, D. 

1 Saviour, hast thou fled for ever 

From my tempest-riven breast? 
Will thy gracious Spirit never 

Come and cheer and make me blest? 
Long, dear Lord, in silent sorrow, 

I have sighed to taste thy love ; 
Hoping on some sweet to-morrow, 

Thou wouldst all my guilt remove. 

52 Peace, my soul, the Saviour hears thee, 
He will chase thy fears away ; 
'Tis his gracious presence cheers thee, 
Turning darkness into day. 



HYMXS OF DEVOTION. 115 

Precious Saviour, have I found thee? 

Wilt thou then my portion be ? 
Spread thy sheltering arm around me, 

Let me lean alone on thee. 

3 Through this world, so dark and dreary, 

Be my constant Friend and Guide ; 
Hungry, thirsty, faint, and weary, 

Keep me ever near thy side. 
Blessed be his name for ever, ' 

For his pardoning grace to me ; 
Sinners, doubt his promise never, 

Jesus' love is full and free. 

Mrs. McCarUe. 

lod Truly the light is sweet. 6s & 53, D_ 

1 Summer suns are glowing 

Over land and sea ; 
Happy light is flowing, 

Bountiful and free. 
Everything rejoices 

In the mellow rays ; 
All earth's thousand voices 

Swell the psalm of praise. 

2 God's free mercy streameth 

Over all the world, 
And his banner gleameth. 

Everywhere unfurled. 
Broad and deep and glorious,. 

As the heaven above. 
Shines in might victorious 

His eternal love. 



116 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 

3 Lord, upon our blindness 

Thy pure radiance pour ; 
For thy loving-kindness, 

Make us love thee more. 
And, when clouds are drifting 

Dark across our sky, 
Then, the veil uplifting, 

Father, be thou nigh. 

4 We will never doubt thee, 

Though thou veil thy light : 
Life is dark without thee ; 

Death with thee is bright. 
Light of light ! shine o'er us 

On our pilgrim way ; 
Go thou still before us 

To the endless day. 

Bp. W. W. How (1823 — .) 

164 The final struggle. 8s & 7b, D 

1 Taery with me, oh ! my Saviour, 

For the day is passing by ; 
See ! the shades of evening gather, 

And the night is drawing nigh ; 
Deeper, deeper grow the shadows, 

Paler now the glowing west ; 
Swift the night of death advances ; 

Shall it be the night of rest ? 

2 Lonely seems the vale of shadow ; 

Sinks my heart with troubled fear ; 
Give me faith for clearer vision, 

Speak thou, Lord! in words of cheer; 



HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 117 

Let me hear thy voice of meTcy, 
Calming all these wild alarms ; 

Let me, underneath my weakness, 
Feel the everlasting arms. 

3 Feeble, trembling, fainting, dying, 

Lord ! I cast myself on thee ; 
Tarry with me through the darkness, 

While I sleep, still watch by me. 
Tarry with me, oh ! my Saviour, 

Lay my head upon thy breast 
Till the morning ; then awake me — 

Morning of eternal rest ! 

Mrs. Caroline S. Smith (1827 — .) 

Ifet) Excellence of religion. C. M. 

1 Religion is the chief concern 

Of mortals here below ; 
May I its great importance learn, 
Its sovereign virtue know. 

2 More needful this than glittering wealth, 

Or aught the world bestows ; 
Nor reputation, food nor health 
Can give us such repose. 

3 Religion should our thoughts engage 

Amidst our youthful bloom ; 
'Twill fit us for declining age, 
And for the awful tomb. 

4 Oh ! may my heart, by grace renewed, 

Be my Redeemer's throne ; 
And be my stubborn will subdued, 
His government to own. 



118 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 

5 Let deep repentance, faith, and love, 
Be joined with godly fear ; 
And all my conversation prove 
My heart to be sincere. 

Rev. John Fawcett (1739-1817.) 

166 The Way, Truth, and Life. C M, 

1 Thou art the Way, — to thee alone 

From sin and death we nee ; 
And he who would the Father seek, 
Must seek him, Lord, in thee. 

2 Thou art the Truth, — thy word alone 

True wisdom can impart ; 
Thou only canst instruct the mind, 
And purify the heart. 

3 Thou art the Life, — the rending tomb 

Proclaims thy conquering arm ; 
And those who put their trust in thee, 
Nor death nor hell shall harm. 

4 Thou art the Way, the Truth, the Life ; 

Grant us to know that way, 
That truth to keep, that life to win, 
Which lead to endless day. 

Bishop G. W. Doane (1789-1859.) 

It>4 Longing for heaven. CM. 

1 Father, I long, I faint to see 
The place of thine abode : 
I'd leave thine earthly courts, and flee 
Up to thy seat, my God. 









HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 119 

2 Td part with all the joys of sense, 

To gaze upon thy throne : 
Pleasure springs fresh for ever thence, 
Unspeakable, unknown. 

3 There all the heavenly hosts are seen ; 

In shining ranks they move, 
And drink immortal vigor in, 
With wonder and with love. 

4 The more thy glories strike my eyes, 
The humbler I shall lie ; 

Thus while I sink my joys shall rise 
Immeasurably high. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (167^-1748.) 

168 Doxology. C. M. 

To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 

One God, whom we adore, 
Ee glory, as it was, is now, 
And shall be evermore. 

Tate and Brady, 1696. 

loJI Child, your Father calls. 7a, D. 

1 Brethren, while we sojourn here, 
Fight we must, but should not fear ; 
Foes we have, but we've a Friend, 
One that loves us to the end : 
Forward, then, with courage go ; 
Long we shall not dwell below ; 
Soon the joyful news will come, 

' ' Child, your Father calls — come home! " 

2 In the way a thousand snares 
Lie, to take us unawares ; 



120 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 

Satan, with malicious art, 
Watches each unguarded part ; 
But, from Satan's malice free, 
Saints shall soon victorious be; 
Soon the joyful news will come, 
" Child, your Father calls — come home! " 
3 But of all the foes we meet, 
None so oft mislead our feet, 
None betray us into sin 
Like the foes that dwell within ; 
Yet let nothing spoil our peace, 
Christ shall also conquer these ; 
Soon the joyful news will come, 
" Child, your Father calls — come home! " 

Rev. Joseph Swain (1761-1796.) 

170 Tlwu art my Rode. 7f, r, 

1 Loed, thou art my Rock of strength, 

And my home is in thine arms ; 
Thou wilt send me help at length, 

And I feel no wild alarms : 
Sin nor death can pierce the shield 

Thy defence has o'er me thrown; 
Up to thee myself I yield, 

And my sorrows are thine own. 

2 When my trials tarry long, 

Unto thee I look and wait ; 
Knowing none, though keen and strong, 

Can my trust in thee abate ; 
And this faith I long have nursed, 

Comes alone, O God, from thee; 
Thou my heart didst open first, 

Thou didst set this hope in me. 



HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 121 

3 Let thy mercy's wings be spread 
O'er me, keep me close to thee ; 
In the peace thy love doth shed, 

Let me dwell eternally ! 
Be my all: in all I do, 

Let me only seek thy will ; 
Let my heart to thee be true, 
And thus peaceful, calm, and still. 

Rev. August Hermann Frank?, (1663-1727.) 
Tr, by Miss Catherine Wink worth (1829-1878.) 

Ill Lenta thou ma on. 10s & 4s, 6 1. 

1 Lead, kindly Light! amid the encircling 

gloom, 

Lead thou me on ; 
The night is dark, and I am far from home, 

Lead thou me on ; 
Keep thou my feet; I do not ask to see 
The distant scene ; one step enough for me. 

2 I was not ever thus, nor prayed that thou 

Should' st lead me on; 
I loved to choose and see my path ; but now 

Lead thou me on; 
I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, 
Pride ruled my will. Remember not past 
years. 

3 So long thy power has blessed me, sure it still 

Will lead me on 
O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till 

The night is gone ; 
And with the morn those angel faces smile 
Which I have loved long since, and lost 
awhile. Rev. J. H. Newman (1801-1890.) 



122 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 

WZ Saviour, comfort me. 7s & 5a, 

1 In the dark and cloudy day, 
When earth's riches flee away, 
And the last hope will not stay, 

Saviour, comfort me ! 

2 When the secret idol's gone, 
That my poor heart yearned upon-, 
Desolate, bereft, alone, 

Saviour, comfort me. 

3 Thou, who wast so sorely tried, 
In the darkness crucified, 

Bid me in thy love confide ; 
Saviour, comfort me ! 

4 Comfort me ; I am cast down ; 
'Tis my heavenly Father's frown ; 
I deserve it all, I own; 

Saviour, comfort me ! 

5 So it shall be good for me, 
Much afflicted now to be, 
If thou wilt but tenderly, 

Saviour, comfort me ! 

Rev. George Rawson (1S06-1889.) 

i io Alone with Jesus. L. M. 

1 Alone with Jesus ! Oh ! how sweet 
To bow before the mercy-seat 
And give myself anew in prayer 
To him who saith, " I'll meet thee there." 



HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 123 

2 Alone with Jesus ! Oh ! how blest 
The soul that doth in Jesus rest ; 
Who knows that he is always near, 
And ever waits his saints to hear. 

3 Alone with Jesus ! Oh ! how full 
He sweetly fills the hungry soul ; 
With heavenly food he will supply 
His needy children when they cry. 

4 Alone with Jesus every day, 

To wait, give thanks, and praise and pray ; 
I find no spot on earth so sweet 
As that dear place, the mercy-seat. 

M. M. Phinney, a blind girl. 

Vi i Clinging to Christ. 8s & 6s. 

1 O Holy Saviour ! Friend unseen, 
Since on thine arm thou bid'st me lean, 
Help me, throughout life's changing scene, 

By faith to cling to thee ! 

2 Without a murmur I dismiss 

My former dreams of earthly bliss ; 
My joy, my recompense be this, 
Each hour to cling to thee ! 

3 What though the world deceitful prove, 
And earthly friends and hopes remove ; 
With patient, uncomplaining love, 

Still would I cling to thee. 

4 Though oft I seem to tread alone 

Life's dreary waste, with thorns o'ergrown, 
Thy voice of love, in gentlest tone, 

Still whispers, " Cling to me ! " 



124 HYMXS OF DEVOTION. 

5 Though faith and hope are often tried, 
I ask not, need not, aught beside ; 
So safe, so calm, so satisfied, 

The soul that clings to thee ! 

Miss Charlotte Elliott (1780-1S71.) 

I iD Looking to God in trouble. C. M 

1 Dear Refuge of my weary soul, 

On thee, when sorrows rise, 
On thee, when waves of trouble roll, 
My fainting hope relies. 

2 To thee I tell each rising grief, 

For thou alone canst heal ; 
Thy word can bring a sweet relief 
For every pain I feel. 

3 But oh ! when gloomy doubts prevail, 

I fear to call thee mine ; 
The springs of comfort seem to fail, 
And all my hopes decline. 

4 Yet, gracious God, where shall I flee ! 

Thou art my only trust ; 
And still my soul would cleave to thee, 
Though prostrate in the dust. 

5 Hast thou not bid me seek thy face ? 

And shall I seek in vain ? 
And can the ear of sovereign grace 
Be deaf when I complain ? 

6 Thy mercy-seat is open still, 

Here let my soul retreat ; 
With humble hope attend thy will, 
And wait beneath thy feet. 

Miss Annie Steele (1717-1778. > 



HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 125 

17 b My Springs in thee. L. M. 

1 Fountain of grace, rich, full, and free, 
"What need I that is not in thee ? 

Full pardon, strength to meet the day r 
And peace which none can take away. 

2 Doth sickness fill my heart with fear, 
'Tis sweet to know that thou art near ; 
Am I with dread of justice tried, 

'Tis sweet to know that Christ hath died. 

3 In life, thy promises of aid 
Forbid my heart to be afraid ; 

In death peace gently vails my eyes, — 
Christ rose, and I shall surely rise. 

James Edmeston (1791-1887.) 

Ill Access by One Spirit to the Father. L. M. 

1 Come, Holy Ghost, and through each heart 

The fulness of thy glory pour ; 
"Who, with the Son and Father, art 
One Godhead, blest forevermore. 

2 So shall our soul and voice conspire 

Thy praise eternal to resound ; 

So shall thy love our hearts inspire r 

And kindle every heart around. 

3 Father of mercies, hear our cry ; 

Hear us, oh ! sole-begotten Son ; 

Hear us, O Holy Ghost most high, 

One God, while endless ages run. 

Tr, Edward CaswalL 



126 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 

llO Doxclogy, Ii. M. 

Praise God, from whom all blessings flow ; 
Praise him, all creatures here below ; 
Praise him above, ye heavenly host ; 
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 

Bp. Thomas Ken (1637-1711.) 

-179 Prayer, C. M. 

1 Prater is the soul's sincere desire, 

Unuttered or expressed ; 
The motion of a hidden fire, 
That trembles in the breast. 

2 Prayer is the burden of a sigh, 

The falling of a tear, 
The upward glancing of an eye, 
When none but God is near. 

3 Prayer is the simplest form of speech 

That infant lips can try : 
Prayer the sublimest strains that reach 
The Majesty on high. 

A Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice 
Returning from his ways, 
While angels in their songs rejoice 
And say, " Behold, he prays." 

■5 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, 
The Christian's native air, 
His watchword at the gate of death : — 
He enters heaven with prayer. 

James Montgomery (1771-1854.) 



HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 12T 

180 Even Me. & & 7b- 

1 Lord, I hear of showers of blessing 

Thou art scattering full and free, — 
Showers the thirsty land refreshing : 

Let some droppings fall on me, 
Even me, even me, 
Let thy blessing fall on me. 

2 Pass me not, oh ! gracious Father ! 

Sinful though my heart may be ; 
Thou might' st leave me, but the rather 
Let thy mercy fall on me, 

Even me, even me, etc. 

3 Pass me not, oh ! tender Saviour ! 

Let me love and cling to thee ; 
• I am longing for thy favor ; 

Whilst thou art calling, oh ! call me, 
Even me, even me, etc. 

4 Pass me not, oh ! mighty Spirit ! 

Thou canst make the blind to see ; 
Witnesser of Jesus' merit, 

Speak the word of power to me, 
Even me, even me, etc. 

5 Love of God, so pure and changeless ; 

Blood of Christ, so rich and free : 
Grace of God, so strong and boundless ; — - 
Magnify them all in me, 

Even me, even me, etc. 

6 Pass me not ! thy lost one bringing, 

Bind my heart, O Lord, to thee ; 
While the streams of life are springing, 
Blessing others, oh ! bless me, 
Even me, even me, etc. 

Mrs. Elizabeth Codner, 1S60. 



128 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 

lol The stony heart. L. M. 

1 Oh ! for a glance of heavenly day 
To take this stubborn stone away, 
And thaw, with beams of love divine, 
This heart, this frozen heart of mine. 

2 The rocks can rend, the earth can quake, 
The seas can roar, the mountains shake ; 
Of feeling all things show some sign, 
But this unfeeling heart of mine. 

3 To hear the sorrows thou hast felt, 
Dear Lord, an adamant would melt ; 
But I can read each moving line, 
And nothing move this heart of mine. 

4 But power divine can do the deed, 
And, Lord, that power I greatly need ; 
Thy Spirit can from dross refine, 

And melt and change this heart of mine. 
Rev. Joseph Hart (1712-1768.) 

182 Psalm lxxiii. C. M. 

1 God, my supporter and my hope, 

My help, forever near, 
Thine arm of mercy held me up 
When sinking in despair. 

2 Thy counsels, Lord, shall guide my feet 

Through this dark wilderness ; 
Thy hand conduct me near thy seat, 
To dwell before thy face. 

3 Were I in heaven without my God, 

'T would be no joy to me; 
And while this earth is my abode, 
I long for none but thee. 






HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 129 

4 What if the springs of life were broke, 

And flesh and heart should faint ? 
God is my soul's eternal Rock, 
The strength of every saint. 

5 But to draw near to thee, my God, 

Shall be my sweet employ ; 
My tongue shall sound thy works abroad 
And tell the world my joy. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 

183 Value of the soul. C. M. 

1 "What is the thing of greatest price, 

The whole creation round ? 
That which was lost in paradise, 
That which in Christ was found. 

2 The soul of man, Jehovah's breath, 

That keeps two worlds at strife \ 
Hell moves beneath to work its death, 
Heaven stoops to give it life. 

3 God, to redeem it, did not spare 

His well-beloved Son ; 
Jesus, to save it, deigned to bear 
The sins of all in one. 

4 And is this treasure borne below, 

In earthen vessels frail ? 
Can none its utmost value know, 
Till flesh and spirit fail? 

5 Then let us gather round the cross, 

That knowledge to obtain ; 
Not by the soul's eternal loss, 
But everlasting gain. 

James Montgomery (1771-1854.) 
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130 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 

io4r Longing for holiness. KM. 

1 Oh ! that my load of sin were gone ! 

Oh! that I could at last submit! 
At Jesus' feet to lay me down — 
To lay my soul at Jesus' feet. 

2 Rest for my soul I long to find : 

Saviour of all, if mine thou art, 
Give me thy meek, thy lowly mind, 
And stamp thine image on my heart. 

3 Break off the yoke of inbred sin, 

And fully set my spirit free ; 
I cannot rest till pure within, 
Till I am wholly lost in thee. 

4 Fain would I learn of thee, my God ; 

Thy light and easy burden prove — 
Thy cross all stained with hallowed blood — ■ 
The labor of thy dying love. 

Rev. Charles Wesley (1708-1788.) 

loO Come unto me. 8s, 53 & 3s 

1 Aet thou weary, art thou languid, 

Art thou sore distrest 
"Come to me," saith One, "and, coming, 
Be at rest!" 

2 Hath he marks to lead me to him, 

If he be my Guide? 
1 ' In his feet and hands are wound-prints, 
And his side." 

3 Hath he diadem as monarch 

That his brow adorns? 
"Yea, a crown in very surety, 
But of thorns." 



HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 131 

4 If I find him, if I follow, 

What my future here ? 
"Many a sorrow, many a labor, 
Many a tear." 

5 If I still hold closely to him, 

What hath he at last? 
"Sorrow vanquished, labor ended, 
Jordan past." 

6 If I ask him to receive me, 

Will he say me nay ? 
"Not till earth and not till heaven 
Pass away." 

7 Finding, following, keeping, struggling, 

Is he sure to bless ? 
"Saints, apostles, prophets, martyrs, 
Answer, Yes." 

Stephen of St. Sabas fT25-794.) 
Tr. by John Mason Xeale <1818-1866.) 

lob Peace, perfect peace, 10s, 2 L 

1 Peace, perfect peace, in this dark world of 

sin? 
The blood of Jesus whispers, peace within- 

2 Peace, perfect peace, by thronging duties 

press' d? 
To do the will of Jesus, this is rest. 

3 Peace, perfect peace, with loved ones far 

away? 
In Jesus' keeping we are safe, and they. 

4 Peace, perfect peace, our future all un- 

known ? 
Jesus we know, and he is on the throne. 



132 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 

5 Peace, perfect peace, death shadowing us 

and ours ? 
Jesus has vanquish' d death and all its powers. 

6 It is enough: earth's struggles soon shall 

cease, 
And Jesus call us to heaven's perfect peace. 

Bp. E. H. Bickersteth (1825—.) 

lol Encouragement to prayer. 7s. 

1 Come, my soul, thy suit prepare, 
Jesus loves to answer prayer ; 
He himself has bid thee pray, 
Therefore will not say thee nay. 

2 Thou art coming to a King, 
Large petitions with thee bring ; 
For his grace and power are such 
None can ever ask too much. 

3 With my burden I begin ; 
Lord, remove this load of sin ; 
Let thy blood, for sinners spilt, 
Set my conscience free from guilt. 

4 Lord, I come to thee for rest, 
Take possession of my breast ; 

There thy blood-bought right maintain. 
And without a rival reign. 

5 While I am a pilgrim here 
Let thy love my spirit cheer ; 

As my Guide, my Guard, my Friend, 
Lead me to my journey's end. 

Rev. John Newton (1725-1807.) 



188 



189 



HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 133 

Doxology. 73. 

Sing we to our God above 
Praise eternal as his love ; 
Praise him, all ye heavenly host, — 
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 

Joseph Barnby (1838 — .) 

The day is over. 6s & 5s. 

1 Now the day is over, 

Night is drawing nigh, 
Shadows of the evening 
Steal across the sky. 

2 Jesus, give the weary 

Calm and sweet repose ; 
With thy tenderest blessing 
May our eyelids close. 

3 Through the long night-watches. 

May thine angels spread 

Their white wings above me, 

Watching round my bed. 

4 When the morning wakens, 

Then may I arise, 
Pure and fresh and sinless 
In thy holy eyes. 

Rev. Sabine Baring Gould (1834 — .) 

1 J v The Lord is in this place. 6s, 8s & 3sl 

1 God reveals his presence : 
Let us now adore him, 
And with awe appear before him. 
God is in his temple : 
All within keep silence, 
Prostrate lie with deepest reverence- 
Him alone 
God we own, 



134 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 

Him our God and Saviour : 
Praise his name forever. 

2 God reveals his presence : 

Hear the harps resounding ; 
See the crowds the throne surrounding ; 
"Holy, holy, holy! " 
Hear the hymn ascending, 
Angels, saints, their voices blending. 
Bow thine ear 
To us here ; 
Hearken, O Lord Jesus, 
To our humbler praises. 

3 Oh ! thou Fount of blessing, 

Purify my spirit ; 
Trusting only in thy merit, 
Like the holy angels, 
Who behold thy glory, 
May I ceaselessly adore thee. 
Let thy will 
Ever still 
Rule thy church terrestrial, 
As the hosts celestial. 

4 Jesus, dwell within me ; 

Whilst on earth I tarry, 
Make me thy blest sanctuary ; 
Then, on angel pinions. 
Waft me to those regions 
Filled with bright seraphic legions. 
May this hope 
Bear me up 
Till these eyes forever 
Gaze on thee, my Saviour ! 

Gerhard of Tersteegen (1696-1769.) 
Tr. by Win. Mercer. 



HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 135 

IJfl Evening Song. 7s» 

1 Slowly sinks the setting sun, 
Now the work of day is done ; 
Lord, we come, a thankful throng, 
Raise to thee our evening song. 

2 For thy tender care bestow' d, 

For thy pardoning blood which flow'd ; 
For thy love that crowns our days, 
Lord, accept our grateful praise. 

3 And when sets life's weary sun, 
When the toil of earth is done, 
To thy home of peaceful rest, 
Lord, receive us, ever blest. 

4 For the robe, the palm, the blood, 
May we always praise our God, 
And with all the ransomed throng, 
Swell high heaven's triumphant song. 

Rev. Wm. S. Lacy, 1891. 

M.&Z Invocation. 7s, 

1 Loed, we come before thee now, 
At thy feet we humbly bow ; 
Oh ! do not our suit disdain ; 
Shall we seek thee, Lord, in vain? 

2 Lord, on thee our souls depend ; 
In compassion, now descend ; 

Fill our hearts with thy rich grace ; 
Tune our lips to sing thy praise. 

3 In thine own appointed way, 
Now we seek thee, here we stay ; 
Lord, we know not how to go, 
Till a blessing thou bestow. 



136 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 

4 Send some message from thy word, 
That may joy and peace afford, 
Let thy Spirit now impart 

Full salvation to each heart. 

5 Grant that all may seek and find 
Thee a God supremely kind ; 
Heal the sick, the captive free ; 
Let us all rejoice in thee. 

Rev. Wm. Hammond (—1783.) 

lJJei Love^ Light, Joy. 8s & 6s. 

1 O Love that wilt not let me go, 

I rest my weary soul in thee ; 
I give thee back the life I owe, 
That in thine ocean depths its flow 

May richer, fuller be. 

2 O Light that f ollowest all my way, 

I yield my flickering torch to thee ; 
My heart restores its borrowed ray, 
That in thy sunshine's glow its day 

May brighter, fairer be. 

3 O Joy that seekest me through pain , 

I cannot close my heart to thee ; 
I trace the rainbow through the rain, 
And feel the promise is not vain 

That morn shall tearless be. 

4 O Cross that liftest up my head, 

I dare not ask to fly from thee ; 
I lay in dust life's glory, dead, 
And from the ground there blossoms red 

Life that shall endless be. 

G. Hatheson. 



HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 137 

m Where 1 <?m, there shall also L. M_ 

my servant be. 

1 Let me be with thee where thou art, 

My Saviour, my eternal Rest; 
Then only will this longing heart 
Be fully and forever blest. 

2 Let me be with thee where thou art, 

Thy unveiled glory to behold ; 
Then only will this wandering heart 
Cease to be treacherous, faithless, cold. 

3 Let me be with thee where thou art, 

Where spotless saints thy name adore ; 
Then only will this sinful heart 
Be evil and defiled no more. 

4 Let me be with thee where thou art, 

Where none can die, where none remove; 
There neither life nor death will part 
Me from thy presence and thy love. 

Miss Charlotte Elliott (1789-1871.) 

IJf There remaineth a rest, C. M. 

1 Come, let us join with one accord 

In hymns around the throne ; 
This is the day our rising Lord 
Hath made and called his own. 

2 This is the day that God hath blessed > 

The brightest of the seven, 
Type of that everlasting rest 
The saints enjoy in heaven. 



133 HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 

3 Then let us in his name sing on, 

And hasten to that day 
When our Redeemer shall come down, 
And shadows pass away. 

4 Not one, but all our days below, 

Let us in hymns employ ; 
And in our Lord rejoicing, go 
To his eternal joy. 

Rev. Chas. Wesley (1708-1788.) 

J9 O The pastoral office. C. M. 

1 Let Sion's watchmen all awake, 
And take the alarm they give j 
Now let them, from the mouth of God, 
Their solemn charge receive. 
'2 'Tis not a cause of small import 
The pastor's care demands ; 
But what might fill an angel's heart, 
And filled a Saviour's hands. 

3 They watch for souls, for which the Lord 

Did heavenly bliss forego ; 
For souls, which must forever live 
In raptures or in woe. 

4 All to the great tribunal haste, 

The account to render there ; 
And should'st thou strictly mark our faults, 
Lord, how should we appear ? 
£ May they that Jesus whom they preach, 
Their own Redeemer see ; 
And watch thou daily o'er their souls, 
That they may watch for thee. 

Rev. Philip Doddridge (1702-1751.) 



HYMNS OF DEVOTION. 139 

IJ/7 Life the time to serve God. L. M. 

1 There is a God who reigns above, 

Lord of the heaven and earth and seas ;. 
I fear his wrath, I ask his love, 
And with my lips I sing his praise. 

2 There is a law which he has made, 

To teach us all that we must do ; 

My soul, be his commands obeyed, 

For they are holy, just, and true. 

3 There is a gospel rich in grace, 

Whence sinners all their comforts draw ; 
Lord, I repent and seek thy face, 
For I have often broke thy law. 

4 There is an hour when I must die, 

Nor do I know how soon 'twill come ; 
How many younger much than I 
Have passed by death to hear their doom I 

5 Let me improve the hours I have 

Before the day of grace is fled ; 

There's no repentance in the grave, 

Nor pardon offered to the dead. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 

1QR Christ crucified, the vrisdom and L. M- 

1 * 7C ' power of God. 

1 Nature, with open volume, stands 

To spread her Maker's praise abroad, 
And every labor of his hands 

Shows something worthy of a God. 

2 But in the grace that rescued man 

His brightest form of glory shines ;. 



140 HTMX9 OF DEVOTION. 

Here on the cross 'tis fairest drawn 
In precious blood and crimson lines. 

2 Oh! the sweet wonders of that cross, 

Where God the Saviour loved and died ; 
Her noblest life my spirit draws 
From his dear wounds and bleeding side. 

4 I would forever speak his name 

In sounds to mortal ears unknown ; 
With angels join to praise the Lamb, 
And worship at his Father's throne. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 

19o Christ 1 s righteousness. L. M. 

1 No more, my God, I boast no more, 

Of all the duties I have done ; 
I quit the hopes I held before, 
To trust the merits of thy Son. 

2 Now for the love I bear his name, 

What was my gain I count my loss ; 
My former pride I call my shame, 
And nail my glory to his cross. 

2 Yes ! and I must and will esteem 
All things but loss for Jesus sake ; 
Oh ! may my soul be found in him, 
And of his righteousness partake. 

4 The best obedience of my hands 

Dares not appear before thy throne ; 
But faith can answer thy demands 
By pleading what my Lord has done. 
Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 



BELIEYEES' COMFOET. 141 

aO(I Faint, yet pursuing. lis. 

1 Though faint, yet pursuing, we go on our 

way; 
The Lord is our Leader, his word is our 

stay; 
Though suffering, and sorrow, and trial be 

near, 
The Lord is our Refuge, and whom can we 

fear? 

2 He raiseth the fallen, he cheereth the 

faint; 
The weak, and oppressed — he will hear their 

complaint ; 
The way may be weary, and thorny the 

road, 
But how can we falter? — our help is in 

God. 

3 And to his green pastures our footsteps he 

leads; 
His flock in the desert how kindly he feeds ! 
The lambs in his bosom he tenderly bears, 
And brings back the wanderers all safe from 

the snares. 

4 Though clouds may surround us, our God is 

our Light ; 
Though storms rage around us, our God is 

our Might ; 
So, faint yet pursuing, still onward we 

come, 
The Lord is our Leader, and heaven is our 

home. 

Rev. J. X. Darby (1800-1882.) 



142 BELIEVERS 7 COMFOET. 

2U1 Psalm xxiii.. lis. 

1 The Lord is my Shepherd ; no want shall I 

know; 
I feed in green pastures; safe folded I 

rest ; 
He leadeth my soul where the still waters 

flow, 
Restores me when wandering, redeems 

when oppressed. 

2 Through the valley and shadow of death 

though I stray, 
Since thou art my Guardian, no evil I fear ; 
Thy rod shall defend me, thy staff be my 

stay; 
No harm can befall with my Comforter 

near. 

3 In the midst of affliction my table is spread : 

With blessings unmeasured my cup run- 
neth o'er; 
With perfume and oil thou anointest my 
head; 

Oh! what shall I ask of thy providence 
more? 

4 Let goodness and mercy, my bountiful God ! 

Still follow my steps till I meet thee 
above ; 
I seek, by the path which my forefathers 
trod 
Through the land of their sojourn, thy 
kingdom of love. 

James Montgomery (1771-1854.) 



believers' comfort. 143 

2*3 Z I could not do without thee. 7s & 6s, D. 

1 I could not do without thee, 

Saviour of the lost! 

Whose wondrous love redeemed me 

At such tremendous cost; 
Thv righteousness, thy pardon, 

Thy precious blood, must be 
My only hope and comfort, 

My glory and my plea. 

2 I could not do without thee, 

1 could not stand alone ; 

I have no strength or goodness, 

No wisdom of my own ; 
But thou, beloved Saviour, 

Art all in all to me, 
And perfect strength in weakness 

Is theirs who lean on thee. 



3 I could not do without thee, 

For, oh ! the way is long, 
And I am often weary, 

And sigh replaces song. 
How could I do without thee? 

I do not know the way; 
Thou knowest and thou leadest, 

And wilt not let me stray. 

4 I could not do without thee ! 

For life is fleeting fast, 
And soon in solemn loneness 
The river must be passed. 



144 BELIEVEBS' COMFOET. 

But thou wilt never leave me, 
And though the waves roll high, 

I know thou wilt be with me, 
And whisper, " It is I." 

Miss Frances Ridley Havergal (1836-1879.) 

£\JO Light in darkness. C. M. 

1 O thou who driest the mourner's tear, 

How dark this world would be, 
If, pierced by sins and sorrows here, 
We could not fly to thee ! 

2 The friends who in our sunshine live, 

When winter comes, are flown ; 
And he who has but tears to give, 
Must weep those tears alone. 

3 But thou wilt heal that broken heart, 

Which, like the plants that throw 
Their fragrance from the wounded part, 
Breathes sweetness out of woe. 

4 When joy no longer soothes or cheers, 

And e'en the hope that threw 

A moment's sparkle o'er our tears, 

Is dimmed and vanished too ; 

5 Oh! who could bear life's stormy doom, 

Did not thy wing of love 
Come brightly wafting through the gloom 
Our peace-branch from above ? 

6 Then sorrow, touched by thee, grows bright 

With more than rapture's ray ; 
As darkness shows us worlds of light, 
We never saw by day. 

Thomas Moore (1779-1852.) 



BELIEVERS* COMFORT. 145> 

204 The Lord will provide. 10s & lis. 

1 Though troubles assail, 

And dangers affright ; 
Though friends should all fail, 

And foes all unite ; 
Yet one thing secures us, 

Whatever betide : 
The Scripture assures us 

The Lord will provide. 

2 No strength of our own, 

Or goodness we claim, 
Yet since we have known 

The Saviour's great name, 
In this, our strong tower, 

For safety we hide : 
The Lord is our power, 

The Lord will provide. 

3 When life sinks apace, 

And death is in view, 
This word of his grace 

Shall comfort us through ; 
No fearing or doubting, 

With Christ on our side, 
We hope to die shouting, 

The Lord will provide. 

Rev. John Newton (1725-1 SOT.) 



205 



Faith. C. ftL. 



Oh ! gift of gifts, oh ! grace of faith, 

My God ! how can it be, 
That thou, who hast discerning love, 

Should'st give that gift to me. 
10 



3.46 BELIEVEES' COMFOET. 

'.2 How many hearts thou might' st have had, 
More innocent than mine ! 
How many souls more worthy far 
Of that sweet touch of thine ! 
•3 Ah, grace ! into unlikeliest hearts 
It is thy boast to come, 
The glory of thy light to find 
In darkest spots a home. 
4 Oh ! happy, happy that I am ! 
If thou canst be, O Faith, 
The treasure that thou art in life, 
What wilt thou be in death ! 

Rev. F. W. Faber (1814-1863.) 

2 Ob Thou Hidden Love. 8s, 6 1. 

1 Thou hidden love of God, whose height, 
Whose depth unfathomed, no man knows, 
I see from far thy beauteous light, 

Inly I sigh for thy repose ; 
My heart is pained, nor can it be 
At rest till it finds rest in thee. 
'2 Thy secret voice invites me still 

The sweetness of thy yoke to prove ; 
And fain I would, but though my will 

Seems fixed, yet wide my passions rove ; 
Yet hindrances strew all the way : 
I aim at thee, yet from thee stray. 
rB 'Tis mercy all, — that thou hast brought 
My mind to seek its peace in thee : 
Yet while I seek but find thee not, 

No peace my wandering soul shall see ; 
Oh ! when shall all my wanderings end, 
And all my steps to thee- ward tend ? 



believers' comfort. 14*2 

4 O Lord, thy sovereign aid impart, 

And hear thy humble suppliant's prayer;: 
Chase this self-will through all my heart, 

Through all its latent mazes there : 
Make me thy duteous child, that I 
Ceaseless may "Abba, Father," cry. 

Gerhard Tersteegm (1697-1769.) 

Tr. by John, Wesley „ 



Christ able to succor. L. M. CL 



207 

1 Whex gathering clouds around I view, 
And days are dark, and friends are few, 
On him I lean who, not in vain 
Experienced every human pain ; 

He sees my wants, allays my fears, 
And counts and treasures up my tears. 

2 If aught should tempt my soul to stray 
From heavenly wisdom's narrow way, 
To fly the good I would pursue, 

Or do the sin J would not do ; 

Still he who felt temptation's power 

Shall guard me in that dangerous hour. 

3 When, sorrowing, o'er some stone I bend 
Which covers what was once a friend, 
And from his voice, his hand, his smile, 
Divides me for a little while ; 

Thou, Saviour, mark'st the tears I shed, 
For thou didst weep o'er Lazarus dead. 

4 And oh ! when I have safely past 
Through every conflict but the last, 



148 BELIEVERS' COMFORT. 

Still, still unchanging, watch beside 
My painful bed, for thou hast died ; 
Then point to realms of cloudless day, 
And wipe the latest tear away. 

Sir Robert Grant (1785-1838.) 

"208 I do not ask, Lord ! 1 0s & 4s. 

1 I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be 

A pleasant road ; 
I do not ask that thou wouldst take from me 
Aught of its load. 

2 I do not ask that flowers should always 

spring 

Beneath my feet ; 
I know too well the poison and the sting 
Of things too sweet. 

3 I do not ask, O Lord, that thou shouldst 

shed 

Full radiance here ; 
Give but a ray of peace, that I may tread 
Without a fear. 

4 I do not ask my cross to understand, 

My way to see ; 
Better in darkness just to feel thy hand, 
And follow thee. 

5 Joy is like restless day ; but peace divine 

Like quiet night ; 
Lead me, O Lord, till perfect day shall shine 
Through peace to light. 

Miss. Adelaide Proctor (1835-1864.) 



believers' comfort. 149 

20 J Looking to Jesus. 7s, D. 

1 When, along life's thorny road, 
Faints the soul beneath the load ; 
By its cares and sins oppressed, 
Finds on earth no peace or rest : 
When the wily tempter's near, 
Filling us with doubts and fear, 
Jesus, to thy feet we flee ; 
Jesus, we will look to thee. 

2 Thou, our Saviour, from the throne, 
Listening to thy people's moan ; 
Thou, the living Head, dost share 
Every pang thy members bear ; 
Full of tenderness thou art, 

Thou wilt heal the broken heart ; 
Full of power, thine arms shall quell 
All the rage and might of hell. 

3 Mighty to redeem and save, 
Thou hast overcome the grave ; 
Thou the bars of death hast riven, 
Opened wide the gate of heaven ; 
Soon in glory thou shalt come, 
Taking thy poor pilgrims home ; 
Jesus, then we all shall be 
Ever, ever, Lord, with thee ! 

J. G. Deck (1802-1883.) 
A I" Welcome to the Cross. 7s, D. 

1 'Tis my happiness below, 

Not to live without the cross ; 
But the Saviour's power to know, 
Sanctifying everv loss. 



150 BELIE VEES' COMFOKT. 

Trials must and will befall ; 

But with humble faith to see 
Love inscribed upon them all, 

This is happiness to me. 

2 God in Israel sows the seeds 

Of affliction, pain, and toil ; 
These spring up and choke the weeds 

Which would else o'erspread the soil. 
Trials make the promise sweet, 

Trials give new life to prayer ; 
Trials bring me to his feet, 

Lay me low, and keep me there. 

3 Did I meet no trials here, 

No chastisement by the way, 
Might I not, with reason, fear 

I should prove a castaway ? 
Aliens may escape the rob, 

Sunk in earthly, vain delight ; 
But the true-born child of God 

Must not, would not, if he might. 

Wm. Cowperl (1731-1800.) 

2X\ New Tear. 7s, D. 

1 While with ceaseless course the sun 

Hasted through the former year, 
Many souls their race have run, 

Nevermore to meet us here : 
Fixed in an eternal state, 

They have done with all below - r 
We a little longer wait ; 

But how little none can know. 



MISCELLANEOUS AND OCCASIONAL. 151 

2 As the winged arrow flies 

Speedily the mark to find ; 
As the lightning from the skies 

Darts and leaves no trace behind, — 
Swiftly thus our fleeting days 

Bear us down life's rapid stream; 
Upward, Lord, our spirits raise, 

All below is but a dream. 

3 Thanks for mercies past receive ; 

Pardon of our sins renew ; 
Teach us henceforth how to live, 

With eternity in view : 
Bless thy word to old and young ; 

Fill us with a Saviour's love: 
When our life's short race is rim, 

May we dwell with thee above. 

Rn\ John Newton (1725-1 SOT.) 

Z\i Thanksgiving. 7s, T>. 

1 Praise to God, immortal praise, 
For the love that crowns our days I 
Bounteous Source of every joy, 
Let thy praise our tongues employ. 
For the blessings of the field. 

For the stores the gardens yield, 
For the fruits in full supply. 
Ripened 'neath the summer sky. 

2 All that spring with bounteous hand 
Scatters o'er the smiling land : 

All that liberal autumn pours 
From her rich o'erflowing stores ; 



152 MISCELLANEOUS AND OCCASIONAL. 

These to thee, my God, we owe, 
Source whence all our blessings flow ; 
And for these my soul shall raise 
Grateful vows and solemn praise. 

Mrs. Anne L. Barbauld (1743-1825.) 

&Y& General Thanksgiving. 7e, D. 

1 Swell the anthem, raise the song; 
Praises to our God belong ; 
Saints and angels join to sing 
Praises to the heavenly King ; 
Blessings from his liberal hand 
Flow around this happy land : 
Kept by him, no foes annoy ; 
Peace and freedom we enjoy. 

2 Here, beneath a virtuous sway, 
May we cheerfully obey ; 
Never feel oppression's rod, 
Ever own and worship God. 
Hark ! the voice of nature sings 
Praises to the King of kings ; 
Let us join the choral song, 
And the grateful notes prolong. 

Rev. Nathan Strang (1748-1816.) 

/XI4 Laying a corner-stone. L. M. 

1 O Loed of hosts, whose glory fills 
The bounds of the eternal hills, 
And yet vouchsafes, in Christian lands, 
To dwell in temples made with hands : 



MISCELLANEOUS AND OCCASIONAL. 153 

2 Grant that all we, who here to-day, 
Rejoicing, this foundation lay, 
May be in very deed thine own, 
Built on the precious Comer-stone. 

3 Endue the creatures with thy grace, 
That shall adorn thy dwelling-place ; 
The beauty of the oak and pine, 

The gold and silver, make them thine. 

4 To thee they all belong : to thee 
The treasures of the earth and sea ; 
And when we bring them to thy throne, 
We but present thee with thine own. 

5 The heads that guide endue with skill, 
The hands that work preserve from ill, 
That we, who these foundations lay, 
May raise the topstone in its day. 

6 Both now and ever, Lord, protect 
The temple of thine own elect ; 
Be thou in them, and they in thee, 
O Ever-blessed Trinity. 

Rev. John Mason Feale (1818-1886.) 

Zl») Hymn of Dedication. 8s & 7s, D. 

1 Unto thee, Triune Jehovah, 

1 'Glorious in thy works and ways," 
We now dedicate this temple ; 

May each stone here voice thy praise ! 
Built on thee, our sure foundation, 

Faith supreme o'er human fears, 
Consecrates her all, rejoicing 

Thus to serve through coming years. 



154 MISCELLANEOUS AND OCCASIONAL. 

2 We are weak, abide thou with us ; 

Give to us thy streDgth divine ; 
Purge from self, then, like the stars, 

Shall our work eternal shine- 
Guard this church, Lord, with thy Spirit; 

Let no error creep within ; 
But thy truth, thy Word incarnate, 

Pierce the mists of death and sin. 

3 Draw thou nigh, until thy glory 

At this mercy-seat appears, 
And the wings of waiting seraphs 

Bear to thee our contrite tears. 
Oh ! baptize us, Lord, with fire ! 

Let unnumbered souls be won, 
That shall witness bear in heaven 

What this church on earth hath done. 

4 Still remember our dear children, 

At baptismal altar blest, 
Lord, we covenant with thee for them ; 

May their lives our faith attest. 
Let thy peace, thy constant presence, 

Make this spot a holy place ; 
Grant our church, that here we give thee, 

Deathless service through thy grace. 

Mrs. Sophie F. Sea, 1891. 






Zlb Hymn of '^Dedication. H. M. 

1 We cannot build alone ; 

To rear, great God, to thee 
A house which thou wilt own, 
Thou must the Builder be, 



MISCELLANEOUS AND OCCASIONAL. 155 

Not by our might, 

But by thy power 

Must dome and tower 
Take upward flight. 



Were all the stones that lie 
Unquarried 'neath the sod 
Piled up against the sky, 
It were not worthy God. 
To make this dear, 
Lord, condescend 
Thy head to bend, 
And enter here. 



Let faith here rear to God ! 

Here love erect her thrones ! 
A house for thine abode 
Be built of lively stones ! 
We do not err, 
O Holy Ghost! 
Pure hearts thou dost 
To fanes prefer. 

The heavenly only stands : 

Earth briefly typifies 
The house not made with hands, 
Eternal in the skies — 
We see its towers : 
How sweet to know, 
When hence we go, 
That house is ours ! 

A. Coles, M. D. (1813-1891.) 



156 MISCELLANEOUS AND OCCASIONAL. 

Zli New Year's Day. lis & 5s. 

1 Come, let us anew 
Our journey pursue, 

Roll round with the year, 

And never stand still 
Till the Master appear. 
His adorable will 
Let us gladly fulfill, 
And our talents improve 

By the patience of hope 
And the labor of love. 

2 Oh ! that each in the day 
Of his coming might say, 

" I have fought my way through , 

I have finished the work 
Thou didst give me to do." 
Oh ! that each from the Lord 
May receive the glad word, 
" Well and faithfully done, 

Enter into my joy, 
And sit down on my throne." 

Rev. Chas. Wesley (1 708-1 7S8.) 

Zlo Dedication. C. M. 

1 Oh ! thou whose own vast temple stands, 

Built over earth and sea, 
Accept the walls that human hands 
Have raised to worship thee. 

2 Lord, from thine inmost glory send, 

Within these courts to bide, 
The peace that dwelleth without end, 
Serenely by thy side. 



MISCELLANEOUS AND OCCASIONAL. 1ST 

3 May erring minds that worship here 

Be taught the better way ; 
And they who mourn and they who fear 
Be strengthened as thev, pray. 

4 May faith grow firm, and love grow warm, 

And pure devotion rise, 
While round these hallowed walls the storm: 
Of earth-born passion dies. 

Wm. Cullen Bryant (1794-1878.) 

ZV& They joy tef ore thee, 7s, Du 

1 Come, ye thankful people, come, 
Kaise the song of harvest-home ; 
All is safely gather'd in, 

Ere the winter storms begin ; 
God, our Maker, doth provide 
For our wants to be supplied ; 
Come to God's own temple, come, 
Raise the song of harvest-home. 

2 All this world is God's own field, 
Fruit unto his praise to yield ; 
Wheat and tares therein are sown,. 
Unto joy or sorrow grown ; 
Ripening with a wondrous power, 
Till the final harvest-hour; 
Grant, O Lord of Life, that we 
Holy grain and pure may be. 

3 Come then, Lord of mercy, come, 
Bid us sing thy harvest-home ; 
Let thy saints be gather'd in, 
Free from sorrow, free from sin;. 



158 MISCELLANEOUS AND OCCASIONAL. 

All upon the golden floor, 
Praising thee for evermore ; 
Come, with all thine angels come ; 
Bid us sing thy harvest-home. 

Rev. Henry Alford (1810-1881.) 

*ZZi) The close of the year. 7s, D 

1 Thou who roll'st the year around, 

Crowned with mercies large and free, 
Rich thy gifts to us abound, 

Warm our praise shall rise to thee. 
Kindly to our worship bow, 

While our grateful thanks we tell, 
That, sustained by thee, we now 

Bid the parting year — farewell ! 

2 All its numbered days are sped, 

All its busy scenes are o'er, 
All its joys forever fled, 

All its sorrows felt no more. 
Mingled with the eternal past, 

Its remembrance shall decay ; 
Yet to be revived at last 

At the solemn judgment-day. 

2 All our follies, Lord, forgive ! 

Cleanse us from each guilty stain ; 
Let thy grace within us live, 

That we spend net years in vain. 
Then, when life's last eve shall come, 

Happy spirits, may we fly 
'To our everlasting home, 

To our Father's house on high. 

Rev. Ray Palmer (1808-1887.) 



PRAYER FOR THOSE AT SEA. 158> 

2>Z\ Prayer for those at sea. L . M. 6 t 

1 Eternal Father, strong to save, 
Whose arm hath bound the restless wave,. 
Who bidd'st the mighty ocean deep 

Its own appointed limits keep ; 

Oh ! hear us when we cry to thee 
For those in peril on the sea. 

2 O Christ, whose voice the waters heard,. 
And hushed their raging at thy word, 
Who walkedst on the foaming deep, 
And calm amidst the storm didst sleep ; 

Oh ! hear us when we cry to thee 
For those in peril on the sea. 

3 O Holy Spirit, who didst brood 
Upon the waters dark and rude, 
Oh ! bid their angry tumult cease, 
And give, for wild confusion, peace ; 

Oh ! hear us when we cry to thee 
For those in peril on the sea. 

4 O Trinity of love and power, 

Our brethren shield in danger's hour; 
From rock and tempest, fire and foe, 
Protect them wheresoe'er they go ; 
Thus evermore shall rise to thee 
Glad hymns of praise from land and sea - 
Wm. Whiting (1825-1878.) 

VI* ii Prayer for those at sea. L. M. 6 I 

1 Great Ruler of the land and sea, 
Almighty God, we come to thee, 
Able to succor and to save 
From perils of the wind and wave ; 

Keep by thy mighty hand, oh ! keep 
The dwellers on the homeless deep! 



160 PEAYEE FOE THOSE AT SEA. 

2 Speak to the shadows of the night, 
And turn their darkness into light; 
Smooth down the breaker's rising crest, 
Say to the billow, "Be at rest! " 

Keep by thy mighty hand, oh ! keep 
The dwellers on the homeless deep I 

3 Soothe the rough ocean's troubled face, 
And bid the hurricane give place 

To the soft breeze that wafts the bark 
Safely alike through light and dark ; 

Keep by thy mighty hand, oh ! keep 
The dwellers on the homeless deep I 

4 Good Pilot of the awful main, 
Let us not plead thy love in vain ; 
Jesus, draw near with kindly aid, — 
Say, "It is I, be not afraid; " 

Keep by thy mighty hand, oh ! keep 
The dwellers on the homeless deep ! 

R <v. Horatius Bonar (1808-1890.) 



Far at s<>a. 8s, 7s & 4s. 



223 

1 Stae of peace to wanderers weary, 

Bright the beams that smile on me ; 
Cheer the pilot's vision dreary, 
Far, far at sea. 

2 Star of hope, gleam o'er the billow, 

Bless the soul that sighs for thee, 
Bless the sailor's lonely pillow, 
Far, far at sea. 



PRAYER FOR THOSE AT SEA. 161 

3 Star of faith, when winds are mocking 

All his toil, he flies to thee ; 

Save him, on the billows rocking, 

Far, far at sea. 

4 Star divine, oh ! safely guide him, 

Bring the wanderer home to thee ; 
Sore temptations long have tried him, 
Far, far at sea. 

Mrs. J, B. C. Simpson, 1830. 

ZZi For those at sea. C. M. 

1 We come, O Lord, before thy throne, 

And with united plea 
We meet and pray for those who roam 
Far off upon the sea. 

2 Oh ! may the Holy Spirit bow 

The sailor's heart to thee, 
Till tears of deep repentance flow 
Like rain-drops on the sea. 

3 Then may a Saviour's dying love 

Pour peace into his breast, 
And waft him to the port above 
Of everlasting rest. 

Mrs P. H. Brown (1783-1861.) 

ZZ») Sabbath worship. 7s, 6 L 

1 Safely through another week 

God has brought us on our way : 
Let us now a blessing seek, 
- Waiting in his courts to-day ; 
Day of all the week the best, 
Emblem of eternal rest. 



162 OPENING AND CLOSING HYAINS. 

2 While we seek supplies of grace 

Through the dear Eedeemer's name, 
Show thy reconciling face, 

Take away our sin and shame : 
From our worldly cares set free, 
May we rest this day in thee. 

3 Here we're come thy name to praise ; 

Let us feel thy presence near ; 
May thy glory meet our eyes 

While we in thy house appear : 
Here afford us, Lord, a taste 
Of our everlasting feast. 

4 May the gospel's joyful sound 

Conquer sinners, comfort saints ; 
Make the fruits of grace abound, 

Bring relief for all complaints ; 
Such let all our Sabbaths prove 
Till we join the church above. 

Rev. John Newton (1725-1S07.) 

/£Z%) Lord's Day Evening. C. M. 

1 Fkequent the day of God returns 

To shed its quick'ning beams ; 
And yet how slow devotion burns, 
How languid are its flames ! 

2 Accept our faint attempts to love ; 

Our frailties, Lord, forgive ; 
We would be like thy saints above, 
And praise thee while we live. 

3 Increase, O Lord, our faith and hope, 

And fit us to ascend 
Where the assembly ne'er breaks up, 
The Sabbaths ne'er shall end ; 



OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 163 

4 Where we shall breathe in heavenly air, 
With heavenly lustre shine ; 
Before the throne of God appear, 
And feast on love divine. 

Rev. Simon Browne (1680-1732.) 

JLjL 4 For the Lord's Day Morning . C M. 

1 Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear 

My voice ascending high ; 
To thee will I direct my prayer, 
To thee lift up mine eye; — 

2 Up to the hills, where Christ has gone 

To plead for all his saints, 
Presenting, at his Father's throne, 
Our songs and our complaints. 

3 Thou art a God before whose sight 

The wicked shall not stand ; 

Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight, 

Nor dwell at thy right hand. 

4 Oh ! may thy Spirit guide my feet 

In ways of righteousness ; 
Make every path of duty straight, 
And plain before my face. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 

jIZo Confident Hope. C. M. 

1 My God, the spring of all my joys, 

The life of my delights, 
The glory of my biightest days, 
And comfort of my nights! 

2 In darkest shades if he appear, 

My dawning is begun; 



164 OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 

He is my soul's bright morning star, 
And he my rising sun. 

3 The opening heavens around me shine 

With beams of sacred bliss ; 
While Jesus shows his heart is mine. 
And whispers, I am his. 

4 My soul would leave this heavy clay, 

At that transporting word ; 
Run up with joy the shining way, 
To embrace my dearest Lord. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 



Psalm cxviii. C. ^1. 



229 

1 This is the day the Lord hath made, 

He calls the hours his own ; 
Let heaven rejoice, let earth be glad, 
And praise surround the throne. 

2 To-day he rose and left the dead, 

And Satan's empire fell ; 
To-day the saints his triumph spread > 
And all his wonders tell. 

Hosanna to th' anointed King, 

To David's holy Son; 
Help us, O Lord, descend and bring 

Salvation from thy throne. 

4 Blest is the Lord who comes to men 
With messages of grace ; 
Who comes in God his Father's name, 
To save our sinful race. 



OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 165 

5 Hosanna in the highest strains 
The church on earth can raise ; 
The highest heavens, in which he reigns, 
Shall give him nobler praise. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 

230 Doxology. C. M. 

Let God the Father, and the Son, 

And Spirit, be adored, 
Where there are works to make him known, 
Or saints to love the Lord. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 

Zi\ Welcome Worship. H. M. 

1 Welcome, delightful mom, 

Thou day of sacred rest ; 
I hail thy kind return ; 

Lord, make these moments blest : 
From the low train of mortal toys 

1 soar to reach immortal joys. 

2 Now may the King descend, 

And fill his throne of grace ; 
Thy sceptre, Lord, extend, 

While saints address thy face : 
Let sinners feel thy quickening word 
And learn to know and fear the Lord. 

3 Descend, celestial Dove, 

With all thy quickening powers ; 
Disclose a Saviour's love, 

And bless these sacred hours : 
Then shall my soul new life obtain, 
Nor Sabbaths be enjoyed in vain. 

Hayward in John DobetVs Col., 1806. 



166 OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 

Zil Sab oath morning. H. It 

1 Awake, ye saints, awake ! 

And hail this sacred day ; 
In loftiest songs of praise 

Your joyful homage pay ! 
Come, bless the day that God hath blest, 
The type of heaven's eternal rest. 

2 On this auspicious morn 

The Lord of life arose ; 
He burst the bars of death, 

And vanquished all our foes ; 
And now he pleads our cause above, 
And reaps the fruits of all his love. 

3 All hail, triumphant Lord ! 

Heaven with hosannas rings, 
And earth in humbler strains 
Thy praise responsive sings : 
"Worthy the Lamb that once was slain, 
Through endless years to live and reign. 

Rev. Thomas Cotterill (—1823.) 



233 



Psalm xliii. H. M. 



1 Kow to thy sacred house, 
With joy I turn my feet, 
Where saints with morning vows, 
In full assembly meet : 
Thy power divine 
Shall there be shown, 
And from thy throne 
Thy mercy shine. 



OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 167 

2 Oh 1 send thy light abroad ; 

Thy truth, with heavenly ray, 
Shall lead my soul to God, 
And guide my doubtful way; 
I'll hear thy word 
With faith sincere, 
And learn to fear 
And praise the Lord. 

3 Here reach thy bounteous hand, 

And all my sorrows heal, 
Here health and strength divine, 
Oh ! make my bosom feel ; 
Like balmy dew, 
Shall Jesus' voice 
My heart rejoice, 
My strength renew. 

4 Now in thy holy hill, 

Before thine altar, Lord ! 
My harp and song shall sound 
The glories of thy word : 
Henceforth, to thee, 
O God of grace ! 
A hymn of praise 
My life shall be. 

Rev. T. Dwight (1752-1817.) 

Zdi Thine altars, my God ! 7s, D. 

1 Pleasant are thy courts above, 
In the land of light and love ; 
Pleasant are thy courts below, 
In this land of sin and woe. 



168 OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 

Oh ! my spirit longs and faints 
For the converse of thy saints, 
For the brightness of thy face, 
For thy fullness, God of grace. 

2 Happy birds that sing and fly 
Round thy altars, O Most High ! 
Happier souls that find a rest 

In their heavenly Father's breast ! 
Like the wandering dove, that found 
!No repose on earth around, 
They can to their ark repair, 
And enjoy it ever there. 

3 Happy souls ! their praises flow 
Even in this vale of woe ; 
Waters in the desert rise, 
Manna feeds them from the skies ; 
On they go from strength to strength, 
Till they reach thy throne at length ; 
At thy feet adoring fall, 

Who hast led them safe through all. 

Rev. H. F. Lyte (1793-1847.) 



235 



Divine worship. H. M. 

1 Loed of the worlds above ! 
How pleasant and how fair 
The dwellings of thy love, 
Thine earthly temples, are ! 
To thine abode 
My heart aspires 
With warm desires, 
To see my God. 



OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 169 

2 Oh ! happy souls who pray 

Where God appoints to hear I 
Oh ! happy men who pay 
Their constant service there ! 
They praise thee still ; 
And happy they 
Who love the way 
To Zion's hill. 

3 They go from strength to strength, 

Through this dark vale of tears, 
Till each arrives at length, 
Till each in heaven appears ; 
Oh ! glorious seat, 
When God, our King, 
Shall thither bring 
Our willing feet. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 

23fe One in Three. 6b & 4s. 

1 Come, thou Almighty King, 
Help us thy name to sing, 

Help us to praise : 
Father all-glorious, 
O'er all victorious, 
Come and reign over us, 

Ancient of days ! 

2 Come, thou incarnate Word, 
Gird on thy mighty sword ; 

Our prayer attend : 
Come and thy people bless, 
And give thy word success : 
Spirit of holiness I 

On us descend. 



170 OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 

3 Come, Holy Comforter! 
Thy sacred witness bear 

In this glad hour : 
Thou, who almighty art, 
Now rule in every heart, 
And ne'er from us depart, 

Spirit of power ! 

4 To the great One in Three 
The highest praises be 

Hence evermore ! 
His sovereign majesty 
May we in glory see, 
And to eternity 

Love and adore. 

Rev. Chas. Wesley (1708-1788.) 

ioi Invocation. «.i & 4s. 

1 O Holy Lord, our God, 
By heavenly hosts adored, 

Hear us, we pray ; 
To thee the cherubim, 
Angels and seraphim, 
Unceasing praises hymn — 
Their homage pay. 

2 Here give thy word success, 
And this thy servant bless, 

His labors own ; 
And while the sinner's Friend 
His life and words commend^ 
Thy Holy Spirit send, 

And make him known. 



238 



OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 171 

3 May every passing year 
More happy still appear 

Than this glad day ; 
With numbers fill the place, 
Adorn thy saints with grace, 
Thy truth may all embrace, 

O Lord, we pray. Anon. 

Constant Devolion. L. M. 6 L 

1 When, streaming from the eastern skies, 
The morning light salutes mine eyes, 

O ! Sun of righteousness divine, 
On me with beams of mercy shine ! 
Oh ! chase the clouds of guilt away, 
And turn my darkness into day. 

2 And when to heaven's all-glorious King 
My morning sacrifice I bring, 

And, mourning o'er my guilt and shame, 
Ask mercy in my Saviour's name ; 
Then, Jesus, cleanse me with thy blood, 
And be my Advocate with God. 

3 When each day's scenes and labors close, 
And wearied nature seeks repose, 

With pardoning mercy richly blest, 
Guard me, my Saviour, while I rest ; 
And as each morning sun shall rise, 
Oh ! lead me onward to the skies ! 

W. Shrub sole. 

Id" Come, condescending Spirit. L. M. 6 L 

1 Eternal Spirit, Source of Light, 
Enlivening, consecrating Fire, 
Descend, and with celestial heat 
Our dull, our frozen hearts inspire ; 



172 OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 

Our souls refine, our dross consume : 
Come, condescending Spirit, come! 

2 In our cold breast, oh ! strike a spark 

Of the pure flame which seraphs feel : 
Nor let us wander in the dark, 

Or lie benumbed and stupid still ; 
Come, vivifying Spirit, come ! 
And make our hearts thy constant home. 

3 Let pure devotion's fervors rise ; 

Let every pious passion glow ; 
Oh ! let the rapture of the skies 

Kindle in our cold hearts below : 
Come, condescending Spirit, come, 

And make our souls thy constant home. 
Rev. Samuel Davies ( 1724-1 761.) 

240 The good Shepherd. L. M. 6 L 

1 The Lord my pasture shall prepare, 
And feed me with a shepherd's care ; 
His presence shall my wants supply, 
And guard me with a watchful eye ; 
My noonday walks he shall attend, 
And all my midnight hours defend. 

2 When in the sultry glebe I faint, 
Or on the thirsty mountain pant, 
To fertile vales and dewy meads 
My weary, wandering steps he leads ; 
Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow, 
Amid the verdant landscape flow. 

3 Though in the paths of death I tread, 
With gloomy horrors overspread, ? 



OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 173 

My steadfast heart shall fear no ill , 
For thou, O Lord, art with rne still : 
Thy friendly rod shall give me aid, 
And guide me through the dreadful shade. 

4 Though in a bare and rugged way, 
Through devious, lonely wilds I stray, 
Thy presence shall my pains beguile ; 
The barren wilderness shall smile, 
With sudden green and herbage crowned, 
And streams shall murmur all around. 

Joseph Addison (1672-1719.) 

AU Christ, the only Light 7s, 6 U 

1 Christ, whose glory fills the skies, 

Christ, the true, the only Light, 
Sun of Righteousness, arise, 

Triumph o'er the shades of night ; 
Dayspring from on high, be near ; 
Daystar in my heart appear. 

2 Dark and cheerless is the morn 

Unaccompanied by thee ; 
Joyless is the day's return, 

Till thy mercy's beams I see ; 
Till they inward light impart, 
Glad my eyes, and warm my heart. 

3 Visit, then, this soul of mine, 

Pierce the gloom of sin and grief ; 
Fill me, Radiancy Divine, 

Scatter all my unbelief ; 
More and more thyself display, 
Shining to the perfect day. 

Rev. Charles Wesley (1708-1788.) 



174 OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 

Z4Z At evening time. 7s & 5s. 

1 Holy Father, cheer our way 
With thy love's perpetual ray ; 
Grant us every closing day 

Light at evening time. 

2 Holy Saviour, calm our fears. 
When earth's brightness disappears ; 
Grant us in our latter years 

Light at evening time. 

3 Holy Spirit, be thou nigh 
When in mortal pains we lie ; 
Grant us, as we come to die, 

Light at evening time. 

4 Holy, blessed Trinity! 
Darkness is not dark with thee , 
Those thou keepest always see 

Light at evening time. 

Rev. R. H. Robinson (1842 — .> 

Z4fi Praise for loving -kindness. L. M. 

1 Awake, my soul, in joyful lays, 

And sing thy great Redeemer's praise; 
He justly claims a song from thee; 
His loving-kindness, oh ! how free ! 

2 He saw me ruined in the fall, 
Yet loved me notwitstanding all ; 
He saved me from my lost estate ; 
His loving-kindness, oh ! how great! 

3 Though numerous hosts of mighty foes, 
Though earth and hell my way oppose. 
He safely leads my soul along ; 

His loving-kindness, oh! how strong! 



OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 175 

4 Often I feel my sinful heart, 
Prone from my Saviour to depart ; 
But though I oft have him forgot, 
His loving-kindness changes not. 

5 Soon shall I pass the gloomy vale, 
Soon all my mortal powers must fail; 
Oh ! may my last expiring breath 
His loving-kindness sing in death. 

6 Then, let me mount and soar away 
To the bright world of endless day; 
And sing, with rapture and surprise, 
His loving-kindness in the skies. 

Rev. S. Medley (1738-1799.) 

a 44 All praise to thee. L. M. 

1 All praise to thee, my God, this night, 
For all the blessings of the light, 
Keep me, oh! keep me, King of kings! 
Beneath thine own almighty wings. 

2 Forgive me, Lord ! for thy dear Son, 
The ill that I this day have done, 
That with the world, myself, and thee, 
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be. 

3 Teach me to live that I may dread 
The grave as little as my bed, 

To die that this vile body may 
' Rise glorious at the awful day. 

4 Oh! when shall I in endless day 
Forever chase dark sleep away, 
And praise with the angelic choir, 
Incessant sing, and never tire? 

Bishop Thomas Ken (1637-1721.) 



176 OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 

ZiD Hail, tranquil how. CM, 

1 Hail, tranquil hour of closing day ! 

Begone, disturbing care! 
And look, my soul, from earth away 
To him who heareth prayer. 

2 How sweet, through long-remembered years* 

His mercies to recall, 
And, pressed with wants, and griefs, and 
fears, 
To trust his love for all. 

3 How sweet to look, in thoughtful hopo. 

Beyond this fading sky, 
And hear him call his children up 
To his fair home on high. 

4 Calmly the day forsakes our heaven, 

To dawn beyond the west ; 
So let my soul in life's last even 
Retire to glorious rest. 

Rev. Leonard Bacon (1802-1881.) 

246 Evening Song. C. Ml 

1 Dread Sovereign, let my evening song 

Like holy incense rise ; 
Assist the offerings of my tongue 
To reach the lofty skies. 

2 Through all the dangers of the day 

Thy hand was still my guard ; 
And still to drive my wants away, 
Thy mercy stood prepared. 

3 Perpetual blessings from above 

Encompass me around; 



OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 177 

But oh! how few returns of love 
Hath my Creator found ! 

4 Lord, with this guilty heart of mine, 
To thy dear cross I flee, 
And to thy grace my soul resign, 
To be renewed by thee. 

Rev. Isaac Walts (1674-1748.) 

247 Call to prayer. CM. 

1 Approach, my soul, the mercy seat, 

Where Jesus answers prayer ; 
There humbly fall before his feet, 
For none can perish there. 

2 Thy promise is my only plea, 

With this I venture nigh ; 
Thou callest burdened souls to thee,. 
And such, O Lord, am I. 

3 Bowed down beneath a load of sin. 

By Satan sorely pressed, 
By war without, and fear within, 
I come to thee for rest. 

4 Be thou my shield and hiding-place* 

That, sheltered near thy side, 
I may my fierce accuser face, 
And tell him, " Thou hast died." 

5 Oh I wondrous love! to bleed and die, 

To bear the cross and shame, 
That guilty sinners, such as I, 
Might plead thy gracious name. 

Rev. John Newton (1725-1807.) 
12 



178 OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 

Alio Thou art my hiding-place. O. IT, 

1 Thou art my hiding-place, O Lord ! 

On thee I fix my trust, 
Encouraged by thy holy word, 
A feeble child of dust. 

2 I have no argument beside, 

I urge no other plea ; 
And 't is enough the Saviour died, 
The Saviour died for me. 

3 'Mid trials heavy to be borne, 

When mortal strength is vain, 
A heart with grief and anguish torn, 
A body racked with pain ; 

4 And when thine awful voice commands 

This body to decay, 
And life, in its last lingering sands, 
Is ebbing fast away ; 

5 Then, though it be in accents weak, 

And faint and tremblingly, 
Oh! give rne strength in death to speak, 
"My Saviour died for me." 

Rev. Thomas Raffles (1788-1863.) 

!«44:Sf Sabbath evening. 7s. 

1 Softly fades the twilight ray 
Of the holy Sabbath day ; 
Gently as life's setting sun, 
When the Christian course is run. 

2 Night her solemn mantle spreads 
O'er the earth as daylight fades ; 
All things tell of calm repose 
At the holy Sabbath's close. 



OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 17& 

3 Peace is on the world abroad ; 
"Pis the holy peace of God — 
Symbol of the peace within 
When the spirit rests from sin. 

4 Still the Spirit lingers near, 
Where the evening worshipper 
Seeks communion with the skies, 
Pressing onward to the prize. 

5 Saviour ! may our Sabbaths be 
Days of joy and peace in thee, 
Till in heaven our souls repose, 
Where the Sabbath ne'er shall close. 

Rev. S. F. Smith (1808—.) 
250 Evening. 7s, Dv 

1 Softly now the light of day 
Fades upon our sight away ; 
Free from care, from labor free, 
Lord, I would commune with thee. 
Thou, whose all-pervading eye 

Naught escapes without, within ; 
Pardon each infirmity, 
Open fault, and secret sin. 

2 Soon for me the light of day 
Shall for ever pass away ; 
Then from sin and sorrow free, 
Take me, Lord, to dwell with thee. 
Thou who, sinless, yet hast known 

All of man's infirmity ; 
Then, from thine eternal throne, 
Jesus, look with pitying eye. 

Bp. G. W. Doane (1799-1859.: 



180 OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 

aDi Sinners exhorted. 7s, 6 L 

1 Ye that in his courts are found 
Listening. to the joyful sound, 
Lost and helpless as ye are, 
Full of sorrow, sin, and care, 
Glorify the King of kings, 
Take the peace the gospel brings. 

2 Turn to Christ your longing eyes, 
View his bleeding sacrifice ; 

See in him your sins forgiven, 
Pardon, holiness, and heaven ; 
Glorify the Bang of kings, 
Take the peace the gospel brings. 

Rev. Rowland Hill (1744-1833.) 

Xu/L Evening Hymn, 7s, 61. 

1 Now from labor and from care 

Evening shades have set me free ; 
In the work of praise and prayer, 

Lord, I would converse with thee ; 
Oh ! behold me from above, 
Fill me with a Saviour's love. 

2 Sin and sorrow, guilt and woe, 

Wither all my earthly joys; 
Naught can charm me here below 

But my Saviour's loving voice : 
Lord, forgive ; thy grace restore; 
Make me thine for evermore. 

S For the blessings of this day, 
For the mercies of this hour, 



OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 181 

For the gospel's cheering ray, 

For the Spirit's quickening power, 
Grateful notes to thee I raise, 
Oh ! accept my song of praise. 

Thomas Hastings (1784-1872.) 

y&OeS Three in One, and One in Three. 7 s & 5s. 

1 Three in One, and One in Three, 
Ruler of the earth and sea, 
Hear us, while we lift to thee 

Holy chant and psalm. 

2 Light of lights, with morning shine : 
Lift on us thy light divine ; 

And let charity benign 

Breathe on us her balm. 

3 Light of lights, when falls the even, 
Let it close on sin forgiven ; 

Fold us in the peace of heaven, 
Shed a holy calm. 

4 Three in One, and One in Three, 
Dimly here we worship thee ; 
With the saints hereafter we 

Hope to bear a palm. 

Rev. Gilbert Rorison (1821-1869.) 

254 Psalm ciii. L. M. 

1 Bless, O my soul! the living God; 

Call home thy thoughts that rove abroad ; 
Let all the powers within me join 
In work and worship so divine. 



182 OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 

2 Bless, my soul ! the God of grace ; 
His favors claim thy highest praise : 
Why should the wonders he hath wrought 
Be lost in silence and forgot ? 

3 'Tis he, my soul ! that sent his Son 

To die for crimes which thou hast done ; 
He owns the ransom and forgives 
The hourly follies of our lives. 

4 Let the whole earth his power confess, 
Let the whole earth adore his grace ; 
The Gentile with the Jew shall join 
In work and worship so divine. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 

255 God is 7iere. L. M- 

1 Lo, God is here: Let us adore, 

And own how dreadful is this place ; 
Let all within us feel his power, 
And silent bow before his face. 

2 Lo, God is here : him day and night 

United choirs of angels sing ; 
To him, enthroned above all height, 
Let saints their humble worship bring. 

3 Lord God of hosts, oh! may our praise 

Thy courts with grateful incense fill ; 
Still may we stand before thy face, 
Still hear and do thy sovereign will. 

Gerhard TersUeaen (1*97-1769.) 
Tr. by Rev. John Wesley (1703-1791.) 



OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 183 

258 Parting, L. M. 

1 Come, Christian brethren, ere we part, 
Join every voice and every heart •. 
One solemn hymn to God we raise, 
One final song of grateful praise. 

2 Christians, we here may meet no more, 
But there is yet a happier shore ; 

And there, released from toil and pain, 
Dear brethren, we shall meet again. 

Henry Kirk White (1 785-1 8C6.) 

4»)7 The mercy-seat. "L. M. 

1 What various hindrances we meet, 
In coming to a mercy-seat ! 

Yet who that knows the worth of prayer, 
But wishes to be often there ? 

2 Prayer makes the darkened cloud withdraw ; 
Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw, 
Gives exercise to faith and love, 

Brings every blessing from above. 

3 Restraining prayer we cease to fight ; 
Prayer makes the Christian's armor bright; 
And Satan trembles when he sees 

The weakest saint upon his knees. 

4 Have you no words? Ah! think again, 
Words flow apace when you complain, 
And fill your fellow-creature's ear 
With the sad tale of all your care. 

-5 Were half the breath thus vainly spent, 
To heaven in supplication sent, 
Our cheerful song would oftener be, 
" Hear what the Lord has done for me." 
Wm. Cowper (173J.-1800.) 



184 OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 



258 



Sabbath. 7s & 6s. D_ 

1 Oh ! day of rest and gladness, 

Oh! day of joy and light, 
Oh! balm of care and sadness, 

Most beautiful, most bright; 
On thee, the high and lowly, 

Through ages joined in tune, 
Sing Holy, holy, holy, 

To the great God Triune. 

2 On thee, at the creation, 

The light first had its birth ; 
On thee, for our salvation, 

Christ rose from depths of earth ; 
On thee, our Lord, victorious, 

The Spirit sent from heaven, 
And thus on thee most glorious, 

A triple light was given. 

3 To-day on weary nations 

The heavenly manna falls ; 
To holy convocations 

The silver trumpet calls, 
Where gospel light is glowing 

With pure and radiant beams, 
And living water flowing 

With soul-refreshing streams. 

4 New graces ever gaining 

From this our day of rest, 
We reach the rest remaining 
To spirits of the blest; 



OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 185 

To Holy Ghost be praises, 

To Father, and to Son ; 
The church her voice upraises 

To thee, blest Three in One. 

Bp. Christopher Wordsworth (1807-1885.) 

259 The Day of Resurrection. 7s & 6s, D, 

1 The day of resurrection, 

Earth, tell it out abroad : 
The Passover of gladness, 

The Passover of God. 
From death to life eternal, 

From earth unto the sky. 
Our Christ hath brought us over, 

With hymns of victory. 

2 Our hearts be pure from evil, 

That we may see aright 
The Lord in rays eternal 

Of resurrection light; 
And, listening to his accents, 

May hear so calm and plain, 
His own "All hail! " and hearing, 

May raise the victor-strain. 

3 Now let the heavens be joyful ; 

Let earth her song begin ; 
Let the round world keep triumph, 

And all that is therein; 
Invisible and' visible, 

Their notes let all things blend, 
For Christ the Lord hath risen, 
Our Joy that hath no end. 

John of Damascus, 7-0. 
Tr. by Rev. John Mason Scale (1818-1866.) 



186 OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 

ADll Trustfjtrength, calmness. lis k 10s. 

1 Father ! in thy mysterious presence kneel- 

ing, 

Fain would our souls feel all thy kindling- 
love; 
For we are weak, and need some deep re- 
vealing 

Of trust, and strength, and calmness from 
above. 

2 Lord! we have wandered forth through 

doubt and sorrow, 

And thou hast made each step an onward 
one; 
And we will ever trust each unknown mor- 
row; 

Thou wilt sustain us till its work is done. 

3 In the heart's depths, a peace serene and 

holy 
Abides; and, when pain seems to have 
her will, 
Or we despair, oh! may that peace rise 
slowly, 
Stronger than agony ! and we be still. 

4 Now, Father! now in thy dear presence 

kneeling, 
Our spirits yearn to feel thy kindling 
love ; 
Now make us strong ; we need thy deep re- 
vealing 
Of trust, and strength, and calmness from 
above. 

Rev. S. Johnson (1822-1882.) 



OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 187 

llhl Go in peace. 10a. 

1 Saviour, again to thy dear name we raise 
With one accord our parting hymn of 

praise ; 
We rise to bless thee ere our worship cease, 
And now, departing, wait thy word of peace. 

2 Grant us thy peace upon our homeward way ; 
With thee began, with thee shall end the 

day; 
Guard thou the lips from sin, the hearts 

from shame, 
That in this house have called upon thy 

name. 

3 Grant us thy peace, Lord, through the com- 

ing night; 
Turn thou for us its darkness into light ; 
Prom harm and danger keep thy children 

free, 
For dark and light are both alike to thee. 

4 Grant us thy peace throughout our earthly 

life, 
Our balm in sorrow, and our stay in strife ; 
Then, when thy voice shall bid our conflict 

cease, 
Call us, O Lord, to thine eternal peace. 

Rev. J. Ellerton (1826 — .) 
ibi Ere ice go. L. M. 6L, 

1 Dear Saviour, bless us ere we go : 
Thy word into our minds instill ; 
And make our lukewarm hearts to glow 
With lowly love and fervent will. 



188 OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 

Ref. — Through life's long day 
And death's dark night, 
Oh ! gentle Saviour, be our light. 

2 The day is gone, its hours have run, 

And thou hast taken count of all, — 
The scanty triumphs grace hath won, 
The broken vow, the frequent fall. — Ref, 

3 Grant us, dear Lord, from evil ways 

True absolution and release ; 
And bless us more than in past days, 
With purity and inward peace. — Ref. 

4 Do more than pardon : give us joy, 

Sweet fear, and sober liberty, 
And simple hearts without alloy, 

That only long to be like thee. — Ref. 

5 For all we love, the poor, the sad. 

The sinful, unto thee we call ; 
Oh ! let thy mercy make us glad : 

Thou art our Saviour and our all. — Ref. 
Rev. F. W. Faber (1814-1863.) 

263 An Urgent Call. 7s. 

1 Lord, I cannot let thee go 
Till a blessing thou bestow ; 
Do not turn away thy face, 
Mine's an urgent, pressing case. 

2 Once a sinner, near despair, 
Sought thy mercy-seat by prayer ; 
Mercy heard and set him free — 
Lord, that mercy came to me. 



OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 189 ; 

3 Many days have passed since then, 
Many changes I have seen ; 

Yet have been upheld till now ; 
Who could hold me up but thou ? 

4 Thou hast helped in every need — 
This emboldens me to plead ; 
After so much mercy past. 
Canst thou let me sink at last ? 

5 No! — I must maintain my hold; 
'Tis thy goodness makes me bold; 
I can no denial take, 

Since I plead for Jesus' sake. 

Rev. John Kewton (1725-1807.) 



ibi Invocation. 7s, 

1 Fathee, let thy smiling face, 
Here, within this holy place, 
Sweetly shining on my heart, 
Bid all sinful thoughts depart. 

2 Jesus, thou whose ceaseless love 
Intercedes for us above, 

Bend to me thy listening ear, 
Make my wayward heart sincere. 

3 Comforter of all the saints, 
Gently heal my soul's complaints, 
May a foretaste now be given 

Of the Sabbath day of heaven. 

Rev. T. V. Moore (1818-1871.)- 



190 OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 

265 To thy temple. 7s. 

1 To thy temple I repair ; 

Lord, I love to worship there, 

When within the veil I meet 

Christ before the mercy-seat. 
'2 Thou through him art reconciled ; 

I through him became thy child; 

Abba, Father ! give me grace 

In thy courts to seek thy face ! 

3 While thy glorious praise is sung, 
Touch my lips, unloose my tongue, 
That my joyful soul may bless 
Thee, the Lord my righteousness! 

4 While thy ministers proclaim 

# Peace and pardon in thy name, 
Through their voice, by faith, may I 
Hear thee speaking from the sky. 

James Montgomery (1771-1854.) 

2ob Jesus, abide with me. L. M. 

1 Sun of my soul, thou Saviour dear, 
It is not night if thou be near ; 

Oh ! may no earth-born cloud arise 
To hide thee from thy servant's eyes I 

2 When soft the dews of kindly sleep 
My wearied eyelids gently steep, 

Be my last thought — how sweet to rest 
Forever on my Saviour's breast. 

3 Abide with me from morn till eve, 
For without thee I cannot live ; 
Abide with me when night is nigh, 
For without thee I dare not die. 



OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 191 

4 Be near to bless me when I wake, 
Ere through the world my way I take ; 
Abide with me, till, in thy love, 
I lose myself in heaven above. 

Rev. John Keble (1792-1866.) 

!i()7 An ancient morning Psalm. L. M„ 

1 O Cheist! with each returning morn 
Thine image to our heart be borne ; 
And may we ever clearly see 

Our God and Saviour, Lord, in thee ! 

2 All hallowed be our walk this day; 
May meekness form our early ray, 
And faithful love our noontide light, 
And hope our sunset, calm and bright. 

3 May grace each idle thought control, 
And sanctify our wayward soul ; 
May guile depart, and malice cease,. 
And all within be joy and peace. 

4 Our daily course, O Jesus, bless ; 
Make plain the way of holiness ; 
From sudden falls our feet defend, 
And cheer at last our journey's end. 

Latin. 

268 Thy love. S. M. 

1 Blest be thy love, dear Lord, 
That taught us this sweet way, 
Only to love thee for thyself, 
And for that love obey. 



192 OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 

2 O thou, our soul's chief hope! 

We to thy mercy fly ; 
"Where'er we are, thou canst protect — 
Whate'er we need, supply. 

3 Whether we sleep or wake, 

To thee we both resign ; 
By night we see as well as day, 
If thy light on us shine. 

4 Whether we live or die, 

Both we submit to thee ; 
In death we live as well as life, 
If thine in death we be. 

John Austin (1613-1699.) 

.2MJ Come, Holy Spirit I 8s, 7s & 4s. 

1 Come, thou soul- transforming Spirit, 

Bless the sower and the seed ; 
Let each heart thy grace inherit, 
Raise the weak, the hungry feed; 

From the gospel 
Now supply thy people's need. 

2 Oh ! may all enjoy the blessing 

Which thy word's designed to give ; 
Let us all, thy love possessing, 
Joyfully the truth receive ; 

And for ever 
To thy praise and glory live. 

Rev. J. Evans (1749-1809.) 






OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 193 

£i\j Welcome to Christ. 8s, 7s & 4s. 

Welcome, welcome, dear Redeemer, 

Welcome to this heart of mine ; 
Lord, I make a full surrender, 
Every power and thought be thine ; 

Thine entirely, 
Through eternal ages thine. 

Rev. Wm. Mason (1725-1797.) 

2 1 1 Close of Worship. 8s, 7s & 4s. 

1 Loed, dismiss us with thy blessing, 

Fill our hearts with joy and peace; 
Let us each, thy love possessing, 
Triumph in redeeming grace ; 

Oh ! refresh us ! 
Travelling through this wilderness. 

2 Thanks we give and adoration, 

For thy gospel's joyful sound; 
May the fruits of thy salvation 
In our hearts and lives abound ; 

May thy presence 
With us evermore be found. 

3 So, whene'er the signal's given, 

XJs from earth to call away ; 
Borne on angels' wings to heaven, 
Glad to leave our cumbrous clay, 

May we, ready. 
Rise and reign in endless day. 

Rev. Robert Haxoker (1753-1827,) 
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194 OPE1S1NG AND CLOSING HYMNS." 

AtiZ Doxology. 8s, 7s & As, 

Gee at Jehovah ! we adore thee, 
God the Father, God the Son, 
God the Spirit, joined in glory 
On the same eternal throne ; 

Endless praises 
To Jehovah, Three in One. 

Rev. William Goode (1762-1816.) 

ZlO Awake, my soul l t, tvt 

1 Awake, my soul, and with the sun 
Thy daily stage of duty run ; 
Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise 
To pay thy morning sacrifice. 

*. Awake, lift up thyself, my heart, 
And with the angels bear thy part, 
Who all night long unwearied sing 
High praises to the eternal King. 

3 Glory to thee, who safe hast kept, 
And hast refreshed me when I slept ; 
Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake, 
I may of endless life partake. 

Bp. Thomas Ken (1637-1711.) 

Zi^± Come, dearest Lord I L. M. 

1 Come, dearest Lord, descend and dwell, 
By faith and love, in every breast ; 
Then shall we know, and taste and feel, 
The joys that cannot be expressed. 






OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 195 

2 Come, fill our hearts with inward strength, 

Make our enlarged souls possess, 
And learn the height, and breadth, and 
length 
Of thine immeasurable grace. 

3 Now to the God whose power can do 

More than our thoughts and wishes know, 
Be everlasting honors done 
By all the church through Christ the Son. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 



Psalm lxxxiv. 0. M . 






275 

1 My soul, how lovely is the place 

To which thy God resorts ! 
'Tis heaven to see his smiling face, 
Though in his earthly courts. 

2 There the great Monarch of the skies 

His saving power displays ; 
And light breaks in upon our eyes 
With kind and quickening rays. 

3 With his rich gifts the heavenly Dove 

Descends and fills the place ; 
While Christ reveals his wondrous love, 
And sheds abroad his grace. 

4 There, mighty God, thy words declare 

The secrets of thy will ; 
And still we seek thy mercy there, 
And sing thy praises still. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 



196 OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 

2>&b Yearning for rest. CM 

1 When the worn spirit wants repose, 

And sighs for God to seek. 
How sweet to hail the evening's close 
That ends the weary week. 

2 How sweet will be the early dawn 

That opens on the sight, 
When first the soul-reviving morn 
Shall shed new rays of light. 

3 Blest day, thine hours too soon will cease, 

Yet, while they gently roll, 
Breathe, heavenly Spirit, source of peace, 
A Sabbath o'er my soul. 

4 When will my pilgrimage be done, 

The world's long week be o'er, 
That Sabbath dawn which needs no sun, 
That day which fades no more ? 

James Bdmeston (17 91-1867. > 

Z • I A hymn before sermon. G. M. 

1 In thy great name, O Lord, we come 

To worship at thy feet ; 
Oh ! pour thy Holy Spirit down 
On all that now shall meet. 

2 We come to hear Jehovah speak, 

To hear the Saviour's voice ; 
Thy face and favor, Lord, we seek ; 
Now make our hearts rejoice. 

3 Teach us to pray and praise — to hear 

And understand thy word, 
To feel thy blissful presence near, 
And trust our living Lord. 

Rev. Joseph Haskins (1715-1788.) 



OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 197 

Zio An evening song. C. M» 

1 Now from the altar of our hearts 

Let flames of love arise ; 
Assist us, Lord, to offer up 
Our evening sacrifice. 

2 Minutes and mercies multiplied 

Have made up all this day ; 
Minutes came quick, but mercies were 
More swift and free than they. 

3 New time, new favor, and new joys 

Do a new song require ; 
Till we shall praise thee as we would, 
Accept our heart's desire. 

4 Lord of our days, whose hand hath set 

New time upon our score, 
Thee may we praise for all our time 
When time shall be no more. 

Rev. John Mason (1834-1694.) 

279 The last beam. P. W, 

1 Fading, still fading, the last beam is- 

shining, 
Father in heaven, the day is declining ; 
Safety and innocence fly with the light, 
Temptation and danger walk forth with the 

night ; 
From the fall of the shade till the morning 

bells chime, 
Shield me from danger, save me from crime. 
Ref. — Father, have mercy, 

Through Jesus Christ, our Lord. 



198 OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 

*2 Father in heaven, oh ! hear when we call ! 
Hear, for Christ's sake, who is Saviour of 

all; 
Feeble and fainting, we trust in thy might ; 
In doubting and darkness, thy love be our 

light; 
Let us sleep on thy breast while the night 

taper burns, 
Wake in thine arms when morning returns. 
Hef. — Father, have mercy, 

Through Jesus Christ, our Lord. Amen. 
Selina Shirley, Countess of Huntington (1707-1791.) 

*Z Ol/ Psalm cxvii, L. M. 

1 From all that dwell below the skies 
Let the Creator's praise arise ; 

Let the Redeemer's name be sung 
Through every land, by every tongue. 

2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord ; 
Eternal truth attends thy word ; 

Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, 
'Till suns shall rise and set no more. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 



Bow thine ear. L. M. 



281 

1 Father of mercies, bow thine ear, 
Attentive to our earnest prayer ; 
We plead for those who plead for thee ; 
Successful pleaders may they be. 

'2 Clothe, then, with energy divine, 

Their words, and let those words be thine; 



OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 195' 

To them thy sacred truth reveal, 
Suppress their fear, inflame their zeal. 

3 Teach them to sow the precious seed : 
Teach them thy chosen flock to feed ; 
Teach them immortal souls to gain — 
Souls that will well reward their pain. 

4 Let thronging multitudes around 
Hear from their lips the joyful sound ; 
In humble strains thy grace implore, 
And feel thy new-creating power. 

Rev. B. Beddome (1717-1795.) 



Psalm xix. L. MT„. 



282 

1 The heavens declare thy glory, Lord! 

In every star thy wisdom shines ; 

But when our eyes behold thy word, 

We read thy name in fairer lines. 

2 The rolling sun, the changing light, 

And nights and days thy power confess ; 
But the blest volume thou hast writ 
Reveals thy justice and thy grace. 

3 ISCov shall thy spreading gospel rest, 

Till through the world thy truth has run,,. 
Till Christ has all the nations blest, 
That see the light, or feel the sun. 

4 Great Sun of Righteousness ! arise ; 

Bless the dark world with heavenly light ; 
Thy gospel makes the simple wise, 

Thy laws are pure, thy judgments right.. 



200 OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS 

5 Thy noblest wonders here we view, 
In souls renewed, and sins forgiven : 
Lord! cleanse my sins, my soul renew, 
And make thy word my guide to heaven. 
Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 

ZoeS Psalm li. L. M. 

1 A bkoken heart, my God, my King, 
Is all the sacrifice I bring ; 

The God of grace will ne'er despise 
A broken heart for sacrifice. 

2 My soul lies humbled in the dust, 
And owns thy dreadful sentence just; 
Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye, 
And save the soul condemned to die. 

3 Oh ! may thy love inspire my tongue ! 
Salvation shall be all my song ; 

And all my powers shall join to bless 
The Lord, my strength and righteousness. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 

284 Psalm lxxxiv. I*. M. 

1 How pleasant, how divinely fair, 

O Lord of hosts, thy dwellings are I 
With long desire my spirit faints 
To meet the assemblies of thy saints. 

2 My flesh would rest in thine abode ; 
My panting heart cries out for God; 
My God, my King, why should I be 
So far from all my joys and thee? 



OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 201 

3 Blest are the saints who sit on high, 
Around thy throne, above the sky; 
Thy brightest glories shine above, 
And all their work is praise and love. 

4 Blest are the saints who find a place 
Within the temple of thy grace ; 
There they behold thy gentler rays, 
And seek thy face, and learn thy praise. 

Rev, Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 



Zbt) When Jesus speaks. L. 2JL 

1 When Jesus speaks, so sweet the sound, 

The harps of heaven are hushed to hear ; 
And all his words go circling round 
From lip to lip and ear to ear. 

2 But wondering seraph never heard, 

In all the mighty years of heaven, 
Music so sweet as that dear word : 
"Thy many sins are all forgiven." 

3 Sinners of earth, redeemed by blood, 

How leaped your hearts, when first ye- 
knew 
The amazing grace, and understood 
The gift of pardon was for you ! 

4 Adopted now, with spirits awed, 

Knowing your privilege unpriced, 
Ye claim the fatherhood of God, 
And brotherhood of Jesus Christ. 

Abraham Coles, AT. D. (181 3-1891. > 



302 OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 

ioD Evening Devotion. 8b & 7e. 

1 Hear my prayer, O heavenly Father, 
Ere I lay me down to sleep ; 
Bid thine angels, pure and holy, 
Round my bed their vigil keep. 
$ Great my sins are, but thy mercy 
Far outweighs them every one ; 
Down before the cross I cast them, 
Trusting in thy help alone. 

3 Keep me through this night of peril, 

Underneath its boundless shade ; 
Take me to thy rest, I pray thee, 
When my pilgrimage is made. 

4 Pardon all my past transgressions, 

Give me strength for days to come , 
Guide and guard me with thy blessing, 
Till thine angels bid me home. 

Miss Harriet Parr, 1856. 

Z)Ol And at Even. L. M 

1 At even, ere the sun was set, 

The sick, O Lord, around thee lay ; 
Oh ! in what divers pains they met ! 
Oh ! with what joy they went away ! 

2 Once more 'tis eventide, and we, 

Oppressed with various ills, draw near ; 
What if thy form we cannot see? 
We know and feel that thou art here. 

5 O Saviour, Christ, our woes dispel ; 

For some are sick, and some are sad, 
And some have never loved thee well, 
And some have lost the love they had ; 



OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 20£ 

4 And some have found the world is vain, 

Yet from the world they break not free ; 
And some have friends who give them paio r 
Yet have not sought a friend in thee ; 

5 And none, O Lord, have perfect rest, 

For none are wholly free from sin ; 
And they who fain would serve thee best 
Are conscious most of wrong within. 

6 O Saviour, Christ, thou, too, art Man ; 

Thou hast been troubled, tempted, tried ^ 
Thy kind but searching glance can scan 
The very wounds that shame would hide- 

7 Thy touch has still its ancient power; 

No word from thee can fruitless fall ; 
Hear, in this solemn evening hour, 
And in thy mercy heal us all. 

Henry Twells (1833 — .) 

Zo<j Evening Prayer. 10s^ 

1 Abide with me ! fast falls the eventide ; 
The darkness deepens; Lord, with me 

abide ! 
When other helpers fail and comforts flee, 
Help of the helpless, oh! abide with me! 

2 Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day ; 
Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass- 
away; 

Change and decay in all around I see ; 

O thou, who changest not, abide with me ! 



204 OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 

3 I need thy presence every passing hour ; 
What but thy grace can foil the tempter's 

power? 
Who like thyself, my guide and stay can be ? 
Through cloud and sunshine, oh! abide 

with me ! 

4 I fear no foe with thee at hand to bless ; 
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness ; 
Where is death's sting? where, grave, thy 

victory ? 
I triumph still, if thou abide with me ! 

5 Hold thou thy cross before my closing eyes ; 
Shine through the gloom, and point me to 

the skies ; 
Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain 

shadows flee : 
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me ! 
Rev. H. F. Lyte, 1847. 

*Zo\J Adoration. 10s. 

1 Now lift we hymns of heartfelt praise to thee, 

Our King, Redeemer, Saviour, Brother, 
Friend ! 
And when thy face we in thy likeness see, 
Our adoration song shall never end. 

2 Then shall we sing — when with our God we 

reign, 
Serving thee ever in most holy ways — 
" Worthy the Lamb who once for us was 

slain ! " 
That song, forever new, of ceaseless 

praise. 



OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 205 

3 While here we tarry in this world of need, 
Seeking the lost ones who in darkness 
roam ; 
Thy little flock, Good Shepherd, gently lead, 
And bear thy lambs in safety to thy home. 
3fiss Emilie S. Coles. 
From "The Mission Band Hymnal," by permission. 

sLu \J The hour of prayer. L. M. 

1 My God, is any hour so sweet, 

From blush of morn to evening star, 
As that which calls me to thy feet, 
The hour of prayer ? 

2 Blest is that tranquil hour of morn, 

And blest that hour of solemn eve, 
When, on the wings of prayer up-borne, 
The world I leave. 

3 Then is my strength by thee renewed ; 

Then are my sins by thee forgiven ; 

Then dost thou cheer my longing soul 

With hopes of heaven. 

4 No words can tell what sweet relief 

There for my every want I find; 
What strength for warfare, balm for grief, 
What peace of mind. 

Miss Charlotte Elliott (1789-1871.) 

aH I Social Worship. > L. M. 

1 May he, by whose kind care we meet, 

Send his good Spirit from above ; 
Make our communications sweet, 

And cause our hearts to burn with love. 



306 OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 

2 Forgotten be each earthly theme, 

When Christians see each other thus ; 
"We only wish to speak of him 

Who lived, and died, and reigns, for us. 

3 We'll talk of all he did and said, 

And suffered for us here below ; 

The path he marked for us to tread, 

And what he's doing for us now. 

4 Thus, as the moments pass away, 

We'll love, and wonder, and adore ; 
And hasten on the glorious day, 

When we shall meet — to part no more. 
Rev. John Xewton (1725-1807.) 

ZoZ Thy will he done. 8s & 4a, 

1 My God and Father, while I stray 

Far from my home, on life's rough way, 
Oh! teach me from my heart to say, 
Thy will be done. 

2 Let but my fainting heart be blest, 
With thy sweet Spirit for its guest, 
My God, to thee I leave the rest; 

Thy will be done. 

3 Renew my will from day to day ; 
Blend it with thine ; and take away 
All that now makes it hard to say, 

Thy will be done ! 

4 Then, when on earth I breathe no more, 
The prayer, oft mixed with tears before, 
I'll sing upon a happier shore, 

Thy will be done ! 

Miss Charlotte Elliott (1789-1871.) 



OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 207 

293 The Mercy -Seat. L. Iff. 

1 FtfOM every stormy wind that blows, 
From every swelling tide of woes, 
There is a calm, a sure retreat, 
'Tis found beneath the mercy-seat. 

2 There is a place where Jesus sheds 
The oil of gladness on our heads ; 

A place than all besides more sweet, 
It is the blood-bought mercy-seat. 
-3 There is a scene where spirits blend, 

Where friend holds fellowship with friend; 
Though sundered far, by faith they meet, 
Around one common mercy-seat. 

4 Ah! whither could we flee for aid, 
When tempted, desolate, dismayed? 
Or how the hosts of hell defeat, 
Had suffering saints no mercy-seat? 

5 There, there, on eagles' wings we soar, 
And sin and sense seem all no more ; 

And heaven comes down our souls to greet, 
And glory crowns the mercy-seat. 

6 Oh ! let my hand forget her skill, 
My tongue be silent, cold, and still, 
This bounding heart forget to beat, 
If I forget thy mercy seat. 

Rev. H. Stowell (1799-1865.J 

i"4 Retirement and Meditation. L. M. 

1 My God, permit me not to be 
A stranger to myself and thee ; 
Amidst a thousand thoughts I rove, 
Forgetful of my highest love. 



208 OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 

2 Why should my passions mix with earth, 
And thus debase my heavenly birth ? 
Why should I cleave to things below, 
And let my God, my Saviour, go? 

3 Call me away from flesh and sense ; 
One sovereign word can draw me thence ; 
I would obey the voice divine, 

And all inferior joys resign. 

4 Be earth, with all her scenes, withdrawn ; 
Let noise and vanity be gone ; 

In secret silence of the mind. 

My heaven, and there my God, I find. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 

£So A blessing implored. L. M. 

1 Command thy blessing from above, 

O God! on all assembled here; 
Behold us with a Father's love, 
While we look up with filial fear. 

2 Command thy blessing, Jesus, Lord I 

May we thy true disciples be ; 
Speak to each heart the mighty word. 
Say to the weakest, " Follow Me." 

3 Command thy blessing in this hour, 

Spirit of Truth ! and fill this place 
With humbling and exalting power, 
With quickening and confirming grace- 

4 O thou, our Maker, Saviour, Guide, 

One true eternal God conf est ; 
May naught in life or death divide 
The saints of thy communion blest. 

James Montgomery (1771-1854.) 



OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 209? 

A JJfe Continued Help. C. M o . 

1 When all thy mercies, O my God ! 

My rising soul surveys, 
Transported with the view, I'm lost 
In wonder, love, and praise. 

2 Unnumbered comforts to my soul 

Thy tender care bestowed, 
Before my infant heart conceived 
From whom those comforts flowed. 

3 When in the slippery paths of youth 

With heedless steps I ran, 
Thine arm, unseen, conveyed me safe,. 
And led me up to man. 

4 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts 

My daily thanks employ ; 
Nor is the least a cheerful heart 
That tastes those gifts with joy. 

5 Through every period of my life 

Thy goodness I'll pursue ; 
And after death, in distant worlds, 
The glorious theme renew. 

6 Through all eternity to thee 

A joyful song I'll raise : 

For, oh ! eternity's too short 

To utter all thy praise ! 

Joseph Addison (1672-1719.) 

£\f I Psalm cxxii. C. ML. 

1 How did my heart rejoice to hear 
My friends devoutly say, 
In Zion let us all appear 
And keep the solemn day. 

14 



'.210 OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 

2 I love her gates, I love the road ; 

The church, adorned with grace, 
Stands like a palace built, for God 
To show his milder face. 

3 Up to her courts, with joys unknown, 

The holy tribes repair ; 
The Son of David holds his throne, 
And sits in judgment there. 

4 Peace be within this sacred place, 

And joy a constant guest ; 
With holy gifts and heavenly grace 
Be her attendants blest. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 

ZtJO A Litany. 7s. 8 L 

1 Loed, in this thy mercy's day, 
Ere from us it pass away, 

On our knees we fall and pray. 

2 Holy Saviour, grant us tears, 
Fill us with heart-searching fears, 
Ere that awful doom appears. 

3 Lord, on us thy Spirit pour, 
Kneeling lowly at the door, 
Ere it close for evermore. 

4 By thy night of agony, 
By thy supplicating cry, 
By thy willingness to die ; 

<5 By thy tears of bitter woe 
For Jerusalem below, 
Let us, not thy love forego. 



OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 211 

6 Grant us 'neath thy wings a place, 
Lest we lose this day of grace 
Ere we shall behold thy face. 

Rev. Isaac Williams (1805-1865.) 

£99 On going to rest. S. B£~ 

1 The day is past and gone, 

The evening shades appear ; 
Oh ! may we all remember well 
The night of death draws near. 

2 Lord, keep us safe this night, 

Secure from ail our fears ; 
May angels guard us while we sleep,, 
Till morning light appears. 

3 And when we early rise 

And view the unwearied sun, 
May we set out to win the prize, 
And after glory run. 

4 And when our days are past, 

And we from time remove, 
Oh ! may we in thy bosom rest, 
The bosom of thy love. 

Rev. John Leland (1754-1841.> 

800 The Sabbath a Delight. S. ML 

1 Welcome, sweet day of rest, 

That saw the Lord arise ; 
Welcome to this reviving breast, 
And these rejoicing eyes. 

2 The King himself comes near, 

And feasts his saints to-day ; 
Here we may sit, and see him here. 
And love, and praise, and pray. 



212 OPENING AND CLOSING HYMNS. 

3 My willing soul would stay 
In such a frame as this, 
And sit and sing herself away 
To everlasting bliss. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 

»SOI Evening Song. ,8s & 7s, I;. 

1 Saviour, breathe an evening blessing, 
Ere repose our spirits seal ; 
Sin and want we eome confessing, 

Thou canst save and thou canst heal. 
Though destruction walk around us, 

Though the arrow near us fly, 
Angel-guards from thee surround us, 
We are safe if thou art nigh. 
12 Though the night be dark and dreary, 
Darkness cannot hide from thee ; 
Thou art he who, never weary, 

Watchest where thy people be. 
Should swift death this night o'ertake us, 

And our couch become our tomb, 
May the morn in heaven awake us, 
Clad in light and deathless bloom. 

James Edmeston (1791-1867.) 

bijZ Doxology. 8s&7s, D. 

Praise the God of all creation ; 

Praise the Father's boundless love ; 
Praise the Lamb, our expiation, 

Priest and King enthroned above ; 
Praise the Fountain of salvation, 

Him by whom our spirits live j 
Undivided adoration 

To the one Jehovah give. 

Josiah Conder (1789-1855.) 



THE SCEIPTUEES. 213 

oijtL Closing Prayer. 8s & 7s, D. 

May the grace of Christ, our Saviour, 

And the Father's boundless love, 
With the Holy Spirit's favor, 

Rest upon us from above. 
Thus may we abide in union 

With each other and the Lord, 
And possess, in sweet communion, 

Joys which earth cannot afford. 

Rev. 'John Newton (1725-180T.) 



304 



The Bible. C. 1L 



1 A gloey gilds the sacred page, 

Majestic like the sun; 
It gives a light to every age, 
It gives, but borrows none. 

2 The hand that gave it still supplies 

The gracious light and heat; 
His truths upon the nations rise, 
They rise, but never set. 

3 Let everlasting thanks be thine, 

For such a bright display, 
As makes a world of darkness shine 
With beams of heavenly day. 

4 My soul rejoices to pursue 

The steps of him I love, 
Till glory breaks upon my view 
In brighter worlds above. 

Wm. Cowper (1731-1800.) 



214 THE SOEIPTUEES. 

e$UD Godly Sincerity. C. M. 

1 Walk in the light! so shalt thou know 

That fellowship of love 
His Spirit only can bestow, 
Who reigns in light above. 

2 Walk in the light! and thou shalt find 

Thy heart made truly his. 
Who dwells in cloudless light enshrined, 
In whom no darkness is. 

3 Walk in the light! and e'en the tomb 

ISTo fearful shade shall wear; 
Glory shall chase away its gloom, 
For Christ hath conquered there. 

4 Walk in the light! and thou shalt see 

Thy path, though thorny, bright; 
For God by grace shall dwell in thee, 
And God himself is light. 

Bernard Barton (1784-1849.) 

308 Psalm cxix. C. M. 

1 Oh ! how I love thy holy law ! 

'Tis daily my delight; 
And thence my meditations draw 
Divine advice by night. 

2 My waking eyes prevent the day, 

To meditate thy word ; 
My soul with longing melts away 
To hear thy gospel, Lord. 

3 Thy heavenly words my heart engage, 

And well employ my tongue ; 
And in my tiresome pilgrimage 
Yield me a heavenly song. 



THE SCRIPTURES. 215 

4 When nature sinks, and spirits droop, 
Thy promises of grace 
Are pillars to support rny hope, 
And there I write thy praise. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 

oOi Psalm cxix. C. M. 

1 Lord, I have made thy word my choice, 

My lasting heritage ; 
There shall my noblest powers rejoice, 
My warmest thoughts engage. 

2 I'll read the histories of thy love, 

And keep thy laws in sight, 
While through the promises I rove, 
With ever fresh delight. 

3 'Tis a broad land of wealth unknown, 

Where springs of life arise ; 
Seeds of immortal bliss are sown, 
And hidden glory lies. 

4 The best relief that mourners have, 

It makes our sorrows blest; 
Our fairest hope beyond the grave, 
And our eternal rest. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 

308 The Word of God. 7s & 63, J>^ 

1 O Word of God, incarnate, 
O Wisdom from on high, 
O Truth unchanged, unchanging, 

O Light of our dark sky ! 
We praise thee for the radiance, 
That, from the hallowed page, 
A lantern to our footsteps, 
Shines on from age to age. 



216 THE SCRIPTURES. 

2 The church from thee, her Master, 

Received the gift divine ; 
And still that light she lifteth 

O'er all the earth to shine. 
It is the golden casket 

Where gems of truth are stored ; 
It is the heaven-drawn picture 

Of thee, the living Word. 

3 Oh ! make thy church, dear Saviour, 

A lamp of burnished gold, 
To bear before the nations 

Thy true light, as of old. 
Oh ! teach thy wandering pilgrims 

By this their path to trace, 
Till, clouds and darkness ended, 

They see thee face to face. 

Bishop William Walsham How, 1867. 

oOe) Fullness of the Gospel, L. M. 

1 God, in the gospel of his Son, 
Makes his eternal counsels known ; 
Where love in all its glory shines, 
And truth is drawn in fairest lines. 

2 Here sinners of a humble frame 

May taste his grace and learn his name ; 
May read, in characters of blood, 
The wisdom, power, and grace of God. 

3 The prisoner here may break his chains ; 
The weary rest from all his pains, 

The captive feel his bondage cease, 
The mourner find the way of peace. 



THE SCEIPTUEES. 217 

4 Here faith reveals to mortal eyes 
A brighter world beyond the skies ; 

Here shines the light which guides our way 
From earth to realms of endless day. 

5 Oh ! grant us grace, Almighty Lord, 
To read and mark thy holy word ; 
Its truths with meekness to receive, 
And by its holy precepts live. 

Rev. Benjamin Beddome (1717-1795.) 

OlO The Bible precious. C. M* 

1 How precious is the Book divine, 

By inspiration given ! 
Bright as a lamp its doctrines shine, 
To guide our souls to heaven. 

2 It sweetly cheers our drooping hearts 

In this dark vale of tears ; 
Life, light, and joy it still imparts, 
And quells our rising fears. 

3 This lamp, through all the tedious night 

Of life, shall guide our way, 
Till we behold the clearer light 
Of an eternal day. 

Rev. John Fawcett (1739-1817.) 

31 J Richness of the Scriptures. CM. 

1 Father of mercies, in thy word, 
What endless glory shines ! 
For ever be thy name adored, 
For these celestial lines. 



218 THE SCRIPTURES. 

2 Here the Redeemer's welcome voice 

Spreads heavenly peace around, 
And life and everlasting joys 
Attend the blissful sound. 

3 Oh ! may these heavenly pages be 

My ever dear delight ; 
And still new beauties may I see, 
And still increasing light. 

4 Divine Instructor, gracious Lord, 

Be thou for ever near! 
Teach me to love thy sacred word, 
And view my Saviour there. 

Miss Anne Steele (1717-1778.) 

&\i Christ's glory unveiled. CM. 

1 Thou lovely Source of true delight, 

Whom I unseen adore : 
Unveil thy beauties to my sight, 
That I may love thee more. 

2 Thy glory o'er creation shines, 

But in thy sacred word 
I read, in fairer, brighter lines, 
My bleeding, dying Lord. 

3 'Tis here, whene'er my comforts droop, 

And sins and sorrows rise, 
Thy love, with cheerful beams of hope, 
My fainting heart supplies. 

4 Jesus, my Lord, my life, my light, 

Oh ! come with blissful ray ; 
Break radiant through the shades of night 
And chase my fears away. 

Miss Anne Steele (1717-1778.) 



THE HOLT SPIRIT. 219 

£>!«$ Prayer for the descent of the Spirit. O. BT. 

1 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, 

With all thy quickening powers, 
Kindle a name of sacred love 
In these cold hearts of ours. 

2 Look how we grovel here below, 

Fond of these trifling toys ; 
Our souls can neither fly nor go, 
To reach eternal joys. 

3 In vain we tune our formal songs, 

In vain we strive to rise ; 
Hosannas languish on our tongues, 
And our devotion dies. 

4 Dear Lord, and shall we ever live 

At this poor dying rate ; 
Our love so faint, so cold to thee, 
And thine to us so great ? 

5 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, 

With all thy quickening powers, 
Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love, 
And that shall kindle ours. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 

314 Toe gift of God. CM. 

1 Come, Holy Ghost, Creator, come, 

Inspire these souls of thine ; 
Till every heart which thou hast made 
Be filled with grace divine. 

2 Thou art the Comforter, the gift 

Of God, and fire of love ; 

The everlasting spring of joy, 

And unction from above. 



220 THE HOLT SPIRIT. 

3 Enlighten our dark souls, till they 

Thy sacred love embrace ; 
Assist our minds, by nature frail, 
With thy celestial grace. 

4 Teach us the Father to confess, 

And Son, from death revived, 
And thee, with both, O Holy Ghost, 
Who art from both derived. 

Latin of 12th Century. Tr. by Tate. 



315 



Veni Sancte Spiritus. 7s, 3 L 

1 Holy Spirit, Lord of light, 
From thy clear celestial height, 

Thy pure beaming radiance give. 

2 Come, thou Father of the poor, 
Come, with treasures which endure, 

Come, thou light of all that live. 

3 Light immortal, Light divine, 
Visit thou these hearts of thine, 

And our inmost being fill. 

4 If thou take thy grace away, 
Nothing pure in man will stay ; 

All his good is turned to ill. 

5 Thou, on those who evermore 
Thee confess, and thee adore, 

In thy sevenfold gifts descend. 

6 Give them comfort when they die, 
Give them life with thee on high ; 

Give them joys which never end. 

Robert II., King of France (972-1031.; 
Tr. by Rev. Edward Caswall, 1814. 



316 



THE HOLY SPIEIT. 22£ 

Veni Sancte Spiritus. 6s & 4sv 

1 Come, Holy Ghost, in love 
Shed on us from above 

Thine own bright ray ! 
Divinely good thou art ; 
Thy sacred gifts impart 
To gladden each sad heart : 

Oh! come to-day! 

2 Come, tenderest Friend, and best* 
Our most delightful Guest, 

With soothing power : 
Rest, which the weary know, 
Shade, 'mid the noontide glow, 
Peace, where deep griefs o'erflow*. 

Cheer us, this hour! 

3 Come, Light serene, and still 
Our inmost bosoms fill ; 

Dwell in each breast : 
We know no dawn but thine ; 
Send forth thy beams divine, 
On our dark souls to shine, 

And make us blest! 

4 Exalt our low desires ; 
Extinguish passion's fires ; 

Heal every wound • 
Our stubborn spirits bend ; 
Our icy coldness end ; 
Our devious steps attend, 

While heavenward bound. 

5 Come, all the faithful bless ; 
Let all who Christ confess, 

His praise employ; 



^222 THE HOLY SPIEIT. 

Give virtue's rich reward; 
Victorious death accord. 
And, with our glorious Lord, 
Eternal joy! 

Robert II, King of France (972-10SL) 
Tr. by Rev. Ray Palmer. 

<Ol7 The Spirit of Knowledge. 7s k 6e. 

1 Spirit blest, who art adored 
With the Father and the Word, 
One eternal God and Lord — 

Hear us, Holy Spirit. 

2 Spirit, showing us the way, 
Warning when we go astray, 
Pleading in us when we pray — 

Hear us, Holy Spirit. 

3 Spirit, strength of all the weak, 
Giving courage to the meek, 
Teaching faltering tongues to speak — 

Hear us, Holy Spirit. 

4 Spirit guiding to the right, 
Spirit making darkness light, 
Spirit of resistless might — 

Hear us, Holy Spirit. 

T. B. Pollock (1836—.) 



Light, Power, Joy. 

Holt Ghost, with light divine, 
Shine upon this heart of mine ; 
Chase the shades of night away, 
Turn my darkness into day. 



THE HOLY SPIEIT. 22l£ 

2 Holy Ghost, with power divine, 
Cleanse this guilty heart of mine ; 
Long has sin, without control, 
Held dominion o'er my soul. 

3 Holy Ghost, with joy divine, 
Cheer this saddened heart of mine ; 
Bid my many woes depart, 

Heal my wounded, bleeding heart. 

4 Holy Spirit, all divine, 

Dwell within this heart of mine ; 
Cast down every idol throne, 
Reign supreme — and reign alone. 

Rev. A. Reed (1787-1862.> 

eSf SJ Prayer to the Spirit. 7s~ 

1 Gracious Spirit, love divine, 
Let thy light within me shine ; 
All my guilty fears remove, 
Fill me full of heaven and love. 

2 Speak thy pardoning grace to me,. 
Set the burdened sinner free ; 
Lead me to the Lamb of God, 
Wash me in his precious blood. 

3 Life and peace to me impart, 
Seal salvation on my heart ; 
Breathe thyself into my breast, 
Earnest of immortal rest. 

4 Let me never from thee stray, 
Keep me in the narrow way ; 
Fill my soul with joy divine, 
Keep me, Lord, for ever thine. 

John Stocker, 172o c . 



;224 THE HOLY SPIEIT. 

&Z\j Comforter divine. 7s & 5s. 

1 Come to our poor nature's night 
With thy blessed inward light, 
Holy Ghost, the Infinite, 
Comforter divine ! 
U Like the dew, thy peace distill ; 
Guide, subdue, our wayward will, 
Things of Christ unfolding still, 
Comforter divine ! 
3 Gentle, loving, holy Guest, 
Make thy temple in each breast ; 
There thy presence be confessed, 
Comforter divine ! 

Geo. Rawson (1807-1886.) 

tlAl The blest Comforter is nigh. L. M. 

1 Sure the blest Comforter is nigh ; 
'Tis he sustains my fainting heart; 
Else would my hope for ever die, 
And every cheering ray depart. 
:2 When some kind promise glads my soul, 
Do I not find his healing voice 
The tempest of my fears control, 
And bid my drooping powers rejoice ? 
."3 Whene'er to call the Saviour mine, 
With ardent wish my heart aspires, 
Can it be less than power divine, 
That animates these strong desires ? 
4 And when my cheerful hope can say, 
I love my God and taste his grace, 
Lord, is it not thy blissful ray . 
Which brings this dawn of sacred peace t 



THE HOLY SPIKIT. 225 

5 Let thy kind Spirit in my heart 
For ever dwell, O God of love, 
And light and heavenly peace impart 
v Sweet earnest of the joys above. 

Miss Anne Steele (1717-1778.) 

&ZZ Veni, Creator/ L. M. 

1 Come, O Creator, Spirit blest! 
And in our souls take up thy rest ; 
Come, with thy grace and heavenly aid, 
To fill the hearts which thou hast made. 

2 Great Comforter ! to thee we cry ; 
O highest gift of God most high ! 
O fount of life ! O fire of love ! 
Send sweet anointing from above ! 

3 Kindle our senses from above, 

And make our hearts o'erflow with love ; 
With patience firm, and virtue high, 
The weakness of our flesh supply. 

4 Far from us drive the foe we dread, 
And grant us thy true peace instead ; 
So shall we not, with thee for guide, 
Turn from the path of life aside. 

Rabanus Maurus (776-856.) 
Tr. by Rev. Edward Caswalt (18x4-1878.) 

i£o Tf^e grieved Spirit besought. L. M. 

I Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay ; 

Though I have done thee such despite, 
Cast not the sinner quite away, 
Nor take thine everlasting flight. 

15 



22b THE HOLY SPIEIT. 

2 Though I have most unfaithful been, 

Of all who e'er thy grace received, 
Ten thousand times thy goodness seen, 
Ten thousand times thy goodness grieved ; 

3 Yet oh ! the chief of sinners spare, 

In honor of my great High Priest; 
Nor in thy righteous anger swear 
I shall not see thy people's rest. 

4 If yet thou canst my sins forgive, 

E'en now, O Lord, relieve my woes ; 
Into thy rest of love receive, 
And bless me with a calm repose. 

5 E'en now my weary soul release, 

And raise me by thy gracious hand; 
Guide me into thy perfect peace, 
And bring me to the promised land. 

Rev. Charles Wesley (1703-1788.) 

dZi Striving of the Spirit L. M. 

1 Say, sinner, hath a voice within, 

Oft whispered to thy secret soul ; 
Urged thee to leave the ways of sin, 
And yield thy heart to God's control ? 

2 Sinner, it was a heavenly voice, 

It was the Spirit's gracious call; 
It bade thee make the better choice, 
And haste to seek in Christ thine all. 

3 Spurn not the call to life and light ; 

Eegard in time the warning kind : 
That call thou mayst not always slight, 
And yet the gate of mercy find. 



THE HOLY SPIRIT. 227 

4 God's Spirit will not always strive 

With hardened, self -destroying man; 
Ye who persist his love to grieve, 
May never hear his voice again. 

5 Sinner, perhaps this very day 

Thy last accepted time may be ; 
Oh ! shouldst thou grieve him now away, 
Then hope may never beam on thee. 

Mrs. Ann Bradley Hyde (1799-1872.) 

325 Prayer for Best in God. L. M. 

1 Come, Holy Spirit, calm my mind, 

And fit me to approach my God ; 
Remove each vain, each worldly thought, 
And lead me to thy blest abode. 

2 Hast thou imparted to my soul 

A living spark of heavenly fire ? 
Oh! kindle now the sacred flame; 
Make me to burn with pure desire. 

3 A brighter faith and hope impart, 

And let me now the Saviour see ; 
Oh ! soothe and cheer my burdened heart, 
And bid my spirit rest in thee. 

Rev. Henry Forster Burdens Coll., 1826. 

oZh Come, Holy Ghost. C. M. 

1 Come, Holy Ghost, our hearts inspire; 
Let us thine influence prove, 
Source of the old prophetic fire, 
Fountain of light and love. 



THE HOLT SPIEIT. 



2 Come, Holy Ghost, for moved by thee 

The prophets wrote and spoke ; 
Unlock the truth, thyself the key, 
Unseal the sacred book. 

3 Expand thy wings, celestial Dove, 

Brood o'er our nature's night ; 
On our disordered spirits move, 
And let there now be light. 

4 God through himself we then shall know 

If thou within us shine, 
And sound, with all thy saints below, 
The depths of love divine. 

Rev. Charles Wesley (1708-1788.) 

327 The Comforter. S. M. 

1 Blest Comforter Divine, 

Whose rays of heavenly love 
Amid our gloom and darkness shine. 
And point our souls above ; 

2 Thou who with " still small voice" 

Dost stop the sinner's way, 
And bid the mourning saint rejoice, 
Though earthly joys decay; 

3 Thou whose inspiring breath 

Can make the cloud of care, 
And e'en the gloomy vale of death, 
A smile of glory wear; 

4 Thou who dost fill the heart 

With love to all our race, 
Blest Comforter ! to us impart 

•The blessings of thy grace. 
Mrs. Lydia Howard Huntley Sigourney (3791-1865.) 



THE HOLY SPIRIT. ZZy 

oZo Grieving the Spirit. S. M. 

1 And canst thou, sinner, slight 

The call of love divine ? 
Shall God with tenderness invite, 
And gain no thought of thine ? 

2 Wilt thou not cease to grieve 

The Spirit from thy breast, 
Till he thy wretched soul shall leave, 
With all thy sins oppressed? 

3 To-day a pardoning God 

Will hear the suppliant pray : 
To-day, a Saviour's cleansing blood 
Will wash thy guilt away. 

4 But grace so dearly bought, 

If yet thou wilt despise, 
Thy fearful doom, with vengeance fraught, 
Will fill thee with surprise. 

Mrs. Anna Bradley Hyde (1799-1872.) 

&£u The Spirit's influence. S. li. 

1 Come, Holy Spirit, come! 

Let thy bright beams arise ; 
Dispel the darkness from our minds, 
Arid open thou our eyes. 

2 Revive our drooping faith ; 

Our doubts and fears remove ; 
And kindle in our breasts the flame 
Of never-dying love. 

3 Convince us of our sin, 

Then lead to Jesus' blood; 
And to our wondering view reveal 
The gracious love of God. 



230 OHEISTIAN" ACTIVITY. 

4 'Tis thine to cleanse the heart, 

To sanctify the soul, 
To pour fresh life on every part, 
And new create the whole. 

5 Dwell, therefore, in our hearts ; 

Our minds from bondage free ; 
Then shall we know, and praise, and love 
The Father, Son, and thee. 

Rev. Joseph Hart (1712-1768.) 

0&\) Sow beside all waters, S. M. 

1 Sow in the morn thy seed, 

At eve hold not thy hand ; 
To doubt and fear give thou no h,eed, 
Broadcast it o'er the land. 

2 The good, the fruitful ground, 

Expect not here nor there ; 
O'er hill and dale by plots 'tis found : 
Go forth, then, everywhere. 

3 Thou knowest not which may thrive, 

The late or early sown ; 
Grace keeps the precious germs alive, 
When and wherever strown. 

4 Thou canst not toil in vain ; 

Cold, heat, and moist, and dry, 
Shall foster and mature the grain 
For garners in the sky. 

5 Thence, when the glorious end, 

The day of God, is come, 
The angel reapers shall descend, 
And heaven sing, "Harvest-home." 

James Montgomery (1771-1854=.) 



CHRISTIAN ACTIVITY. 231 

ODI Contribution, S. M. 

1 We give thee but thine own, 

Whate'er the gift may be ; 

All that we have is thine alone, 

A trust, O Lord, from thee. 

2 May we thy bounties thus 

As stewards true receive, 
And gladly, as thou blessest us, 
To thee our first-fruits give. 

3 To comfort and to bless, 

To find a balm for woe, 
To tend the lone and fatherless 
Is angel's work below. 

4 The captive to release, 

To God the lost to bring, 
To teach the way of life and peace — 
It is a Christ-like thing. 

5 And we believe thy word, 

Though dim our faith may be ; 
Whate'er for thine we do, O Lord, 
We do it unto thee. 

Bp. W. W. Hoio (1823 — .) 

OO&i PsaZmxcii. S. M. 

1 Sweet is the work, O Lord, 
Thy glorious name to sing ; 
To praise and pray — to hear thy word, 
And grateful offerings bring. 

2 Sweet — at the dawning light, 
Thy boundless love to tell ; 



232 CHRISTIAN ACTIVITY. 

And wnen approach the shades of night, 
Still on the theme to dwell. 

3 Sweet — on this day of rest, 

To join in heart and voice, 
With those who love and serve thee best, 
And in thy name rejoice. 

4 To songs of praise and joy 

Be every Sabbath given, 
That such may be our best employ 
Eternally in heaven. 

Hiss Hariei Auber (1773-1862.) 

d«S?5 Christian warfare, L. IkT. 

1 Stand up, my soul, shake off thy fears, 

And gird the gospel armor on : 
March to the gates of endless joy, 
Where Jesus thy great Captain's gone. 

2 Hell and thy sins resist thy course, 

But hell and sin are vanquished foes ; 
Thy Jesus nailed them to the cross, 
And sung the triumph when he rose. 

3 Then let my soul march boldly on, 

Press forward to the heavenly gate ; 
There peace and joy eternal reign, 
And glittering robes for conquerors wait. 

4 There shall I wear a starry crown, 

And triumph in almighty grace ; 
While all the armies of the skies 
Join in my glorious Leader's praise. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 



CHEISTIA2T ACTIVITY. 233 

0«54 A charge to keep. S. M. 

1 A chaege to keep I have, 

A God to glorify ; 
A never-dying soul to save, 
And fit it for the sky. 

2 From youth to hoarv age, 

My calling to fulfil ; 
Oh ! may it all my powers engage 
To do my Master's will. 

3 Arm me with jealous care, 

As in thy sight to live ; 
And oh ! thy servant, Lord, prepare 
A strict account to give. 

4 Help me to watch and pray, 

And on thyself rely ; 
Assured if I my trust betray, 
, I shall for ever die. 

Rev. Charles Wesley (1708-1788.) 

335 Soldiers of Christ. S. M. 

1 Soldiees of Christ, arise, 

And put your armor on, 
Strong in the strength which God supplies 
Through his eternal Son. 

2 Strong in the Lord of Hosts, 

And in his mighty power; 
Who in the strength of Jesus trusts, 
Is more than conqueror. 

3 Stand, then, in his great might, 

"With all his strength endued; 
But take to arm you for the fight 
The panoply of God : — 



234 OHEISTIAN ACTIVITY. 

4 That, having all things done, 

And all your conflicts past, 
Ye may o'ercome through Christ alone, 
And stand entire at last. 

5 From strength to strength go on, 

Wrestle, and fight, and pray; 
Tread all the powers of darkness down, 
And win the well-fought day. 

6 Still let the Spirit cry, 

In all his soldiers, "Come," 
Till Christ, the Lord, descend from high, 
And take the conquerors home. 

Rev. diaries Wesley (1708-1788.) 

S&h Watch and pray. S. M. 

1 My soul, be on thy guard, 

Ten thousand foes arise . 

And hosts of sins are pressing hard 
To draw thee from the skies. 

2 Oh ! watch and fight and pray, 

The battle ne'er give o'er ; 
Renew it boldly every day, 
And help divine implore. 

3 Ne'er think the victory won, 

Nor once at ease sit down ; 
Thy arduous work will not be done 
Till thou hast got the crown. 

4 Fight on, my soul, till death 

Shall bring thee to thy God ; 
He'll take thee, at thy parting breath, 
Up to his blest abode. 

Geo. H.ath(— 1822.) 



CHKISTIAN ACTIVITY. 235 

&& l Triumphant grace. G. M. 

1 Amazing grace ! how sweet the sound, 

That saved a wretch like me ! 
I once was lost, but now am found, 
Was blind, but now I see. 

2 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, 

And grace my fears relieved ; 
How precious did that grace appear 
The hour I first believed ! 

3 Through many dangers, toils, and snares, 

I have already come ; 
'Tis grace has brought me safe thus far, 
And grace will lead me home. 

4 The Lord has promised good to me, 

His word my hope secures ; 
He will my shield and portion be 
As long as life endures. 

5 And when this flesh and heart shall fail, 

And mortal life shall cease, 
I shall possess, within the veil, 
A life of joy and peace. 

Rev. John Newton (1725-1807.) 

uoo Christian activity. C. M. 

1 Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve, 

And press with vigor on ; 
A heavenly race demands thy zeal 
And an immortal crown. 

2 A cloud of witnesses around 

Hold thee in full survey ; 

Forget the steps already trod, 

And onward urge thy way. 



236 CHEISTIAX ACTIVITY. 

3 'Tis God's all-animating voice 

That calls thee from on high ; 
'Tis his own hand presents the prize 
To thine uplifted eye. 

4 Then wake, my soul, stretch every nerve. 

And press with vigor on ; 
A heavenly race demands thy zeal 
And an immortal crown. 

Rev. Philip Doddridge (1702-1751.) 

dtJ" The Christian soldier. C. M, 

1 Am I a soldier of the cross, 

A follower of the Lamb, 
And shall I fear to own his cause, 
Or blush to speak his name ? 

2 Must I be carried to the skies 

On flowery beds of ease, 
While others fought to win the prize, 
And sailed through bloody seas ? 

3 Are there no foes for me to face ? 

Must I not stem the flood ? 
Is this dark world a friend to grace 
To help me on to God ? 

4 Sure I must fight, if I would reign ; 

Increase my courage, Lord ; 
I'll bear the toil, endure the pain, 
Supported by thy word. 

5 Thy saints in all this glorious war 

Shall conquer though they die ; 
They see the triumph from afar f 
With faith's discerning eye. 



CHRISTIAN ACTIVITY. 237 

6 When that illustrious day shall rise, 
And all thine armies shine 
In robes of victory through the skies, 
The glory shall be thine. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 

34(1 Strive to enter in. C. M. 

1 Oh! speed thee, Christian, on thy way, 

And to thy armor eling ; 
With girded loins the call obey, 
That grace and mercy bring. 

2 There is a battle to be fought, 

An upward race to run ; 
A crown of glory to be sought, 
A victory to be won. 

3 Oh! faint not, Christian, for thy sighs 

Are heard before his throne ; 
The race must come before the prize, 
The cross before the crown. 

Church Mel. 

Sil Fight the good fight. 6s & 5s, B- 

1 Onwaed, Christian soldiers, 
Marching as to war, 
With the cross of Jesus 

Going on before. 
Christ the royal Master 
Leads against the foe ; 
Forward into battle, 
See, his banners go. 
Ref. — Onward, Christian soldiers. 
Marching as to war, 
With the cross of Jesus 
Going on before. 



238 CHKISTIAN ACTIVITY. 

2 At the sign of triumph 

Satan's host doth flee ; 
On, then, Christian soldiers, 

On to victory. 
Hell's foundations quiver 

At the shout of praise ; 
Brothers, lift your voices, 

Loud your anthems raise. — Ref. 

3 Like a mighty army 

Moves the Church of God ; 
Brothers, we are treading 

Where the saints have trod ; 
We are not divided, 

All one body we, 
One in hope and doctrine, 

One in charity. — Ref. 

4 Crowns and thrones may perish, 

Kingdoms rise and wane, 
But the Church of Jesus 

Constant will remain ; 
Gates of hell can never 

'Gainst that Church prevail ; 
We have Christ's own promise r 

And that cannot fail. — Ref. 

5 Onward, then, ye people, 

Join our happy throng, 
Blend with ours your voices 

In the triumph-song ; 
Glory, laud, and honor, 

Unto Christ the King; 
This through countless ages, 

Men and angels sing. — Ref. 

Rev. Sabine Baring-Gould (1834—), 1865. 



CHRISTIAN ACTIVITY. 239 

H*Z Christ our Leader. 6s & 5s, D. 

1 Brightly gleams our banner, 

Pointing to the sky, 
Waving wanderers onward 
To their home on high ! 
Journeying o'er the desert, 

Gladly thus we pray, 
Still with hearts united 
Singing on our way. 
Ref. — Brightly gleams our banner, 
Pointing to the sky, 
Waving wanderers onward 
To their home on high. 

2 Jesus, Lord and Master, 

At thy sacred feet, 
Here, with hearts rejoicing, 

See thy children meet. 
Often have we left thee, 

Often gone astray ; 
Keep us, mighty Saviour, 

In the narrow way. — Ref. 

3 All our days direct us 

In the way we go, 
Lead us on victorious 

Over every foe ; 
Bid thine angels shield us 

When the storm clouds lour ; 
Pardon, Lord, and save us 

In the last dread hour. — Ref. 

4 Then with saints and angels 

May we join above, 



240 THE ADVENT. 

Offering prayers and praises 

At thy throne of love. 
When the toil is over, 

Then comes rest and peace, 
Jesus in his beauty ! 

Songs that never cease ! — Ree. 

Rev. T. J. Potter a»27-1873.) 

d4d Christmas Carol. 8s & Gs, D. 

1 It carne upon the midnight clear, 

That glorious song of old, 
From angels bending near the earth, 

To touch their harps of gold : 
" Peace on the earth, good- will to men, 

From heaven's all-gracious King]" 
The world in solemn stillness lay 

To hear the angels sing. 

2 Still through the cloven skies they come, 

With peaceful wings unfurled ,* 
And still their heavenly music floats 

O'er all the weary world: 
Above its sad and lowly plains 

They bend on hovering wing, 
And ever o'er its Babel sounds 

The blessed angels sing. 

3 But with the woes of sin and strife 

The world has suffered long ; 
Beneath the angel-strain have rolled 

Two thousand years of wrong ; 
And man, at war with man, hears not 

The love song which they bring : 
Oh! hush the noise, ye men of strife, 

And hear the angels sing. 



THE ADVENT. 241 

4 And ye, beneath life's crushing load, 

Whose forms are bending low, 
Who toil along the climbing way, 

With painful steps and slow, — 
Look now ; for glad and golden hours 

Come swiftly on the wing : 
Oh! rest beside the weary road, 

And hear the angels sing. 

5 For lo, the days are hastening on, 

By prophet bards foretold, 
l^hen with the ever circling years 

Comes round the age of gold : 
When Peace shall over all the earth 

Its ancient splendors fling, 
And the whole world give back the song 

Which now the angels sing. 

Rev. E. H. Sears (1810-1876.) 
344 The Nativity. C. M. 

1 While shepherds watched their flocks by 

night, 
All seated on the ground, 
The angel of the Lord came down, 
And glory shone around. 

2 " Fear not," said he, — for mighty dread 

Had seized their troubled mind, — 
" Glad tidings of great joy I bring, 
To you and all mankind. 

3 "To you in David's town this day, 

Is born of David's line, 
The Saviour, who is Christ, the Lord, 
And this shall be the sign : — 
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£42 THE ADVENT. 

4 " The heavenly Babe you there shall find 

To human view displayed, 
All meanly wrapped in swathing bands, 
And in a manger laid." 

5 Thus spake the seraph — and forthwith 

Appeared a shining throng 
Of angels, praising God, who thus 
Addressed their joyful song: — 

6 "All glory be to God on high, 

And to the earth be peace ; 
Good- will henceforth from heaven to men 
Begin, and never cease ! " 

Tate and Brady, 1696. 

345 The Angels' Song. CM. 

1 Angels rejoiced and sweetly sung 

At our Redeemers birth ; 
Mortals ! awake ; let every tongue 
Proclaim his matchless worth. 

2 Glory to God, who dwells on high, 

And sent his only Son 
To take a servant's form, and die 
For evils we had done ! 

3 Good- will to men : ye fallen race ! 

Arise, and shout for joy ; 
He comes, with rich, abounding grace, 
To save, and not destroy. 

4 Lord ! send the gracious tidings forth, 

And nil the world with light, 
That Jew and Gentile, through the earth, 
May know thy saving might. 

Rev. Wm. Burn (1754-1829.) 






THE ADVENT. 24S 

346 The Nativity of Christ. CM. 

1 Mortals, awake, with angels join, 

And chant the solemn lay ; 
Joy, love, and gratitude combine 
To hail the auspicious day. 

2 In heaven the rapturous song began, 

And sweet seraphic fire 
Through all the shining regions ran, 
And strung and tuned the lyre. 

3 Oh ! for a glance of heavenly love I 

Our hearts and songs to raise ; 
Sweetly to bear our souls above, 
And mingle with their lays. 

4 Hark, the cherubic armies shout, 

And glory lea'ds the song : 
Good- will and peace are heard throughout 
The harmonious heavenly throng. 

5 With joy the chorus we repeat, 

1 1 Glory to God on high ! 
Good-will and peace are now complete ; 
Jesus was born to die." 

Rev. Samuel Medley (173S-1799.) 

34 7 The Xa tivity. 7s , D, 

1 Haek ! the herald angels sing 

14 Glory to the new-born King ; 

Peace on earth, and mercy mild, 

God and sinners reconciled ! " 

Joyful, all ye nations, rise, 

Join the triumph of the skies ; 

With the angelic host proclaim, 

Christ is bom in Bethlehem ! 



244 THE ADVENT. 

2 Christ, by highest heaven adored ; 
Christ, the everlasting Lord ; 
Late in time behold him come, 
Offspring of the Virgin's womb ; 
Vailed in flesh the Godhead see ; 
Hail the incarnate Deity, 
Pleased as man with men to dwell ; 
Jesus, our Immanuel! 

3 Hail ! the heaven-born Prince of Peace ! 
Hail the Sun of Righteousness J 
Light and life to all he brings, 

Risen with healing in his wings ; 
Mild he lays his glory by, 
Born that man no more may die ; 
Born to raise the sons of earth, 
Born to give them second birth. 

Rev. Charles Wesley (1708-1783.) 

348 The Christ of God. 7a, D. 

1 He has come ! the Christ of God 
Left for us his glad abode ; 
Stooping from his throne of bliss, 
To this darksome wilderness. 

He has come ! the Prince of Peace ; 
Come to bid our sorrows cease ; 
Come to scatter with his light 
All the shadows of our night. 

2 He, the mighty King, has come ! 
Making this poor earth his home ; 
Come to bear our sin's sad load ; 
Son of David, Son of God! 






THE ADVENT. 245 

He has come, whose name of grace 
Speaks deliverance to our race ; 
Left for us his glad abode ; 
Son of Mary, Son of God ! 

3 Unto us a child is born ! 

Ne'er has earth beheld a morn, 
Among all the morns of time, 
Half so glorious in its prime. 
Unto us a Son is given ! 
He has come from God's own heaven, 
Bringing with him from above 
Holy peace and holy love. 

Rev. H. Boiiar (1808-1890.) 
349 Glory to God. CM. 

1 Calm on the listening ear of night 

Come heaven's melodious strains, 
Where wild Judea stretches far 
Her silver-mantled plains. 

2 Celestial ehoL's from courts above 

Shed sacred glories there, 
And angels with their sparkling lyres, 
Make music on the air. 

3 The answering hills of Palestine 

Send back the glad reply ; 
And greet, from all their holy heights, 
The Day-Spring from on high. 

4 O'er the blue depths of Galilee 

There comes a holier calm, 
And Sharon waves, in solemn praise, 
Her silent groves of palm. 



246 THE ADVENT. 

5 " Glory to God! " the sounding skies 
Loud with their anthems ring — 
" Peace to the earth, good- will to men, 
• From heaven's eternal King." 

Rev. E. H. Sears (1810-1876.) 

350 The Nativity. C. M. 

1 " Glory to God ! " the lofty strain 

The realm of ether fills ; 
How sweeps the song of solemn joy 
O'er Judah's sacred hills ! 

2 "Glory to God ! " the sounding skies 

Loud with their anthems ring : 
44 Peace on the earth ; good- will to men, 
From heaven's eternal king." 

3 Light on thy hills, Jerusalem ! 

The Saviour now is born ; 
More bright on Bethlehem's joyous plains 
Breaks the first Christmas morn. 

4 And brighter on Moriah's brow, 

Crowned with her temple-spires, 
Which first proclaim the new-born light, 
Clothed with its orient fires. 

5 This day shall Christian tongues be mute, 

And Christian hearts be cold ? 
Oh ! catch the anthem that from heaven 
O'er Judah's mountains rolled ! 

6 When nightly burst from seraph-harps 

The high and solemn lay, — 
" Glory to God ; on earth be peace ; 
Salvation comes to-day." 

Rev. E. H. Sears (1810-1876.) 



THE ADVENT. 247 

oDI Song of the Angels. 8a & 7a, D. 

1 Hark ! what mean those holy voices, 

Sweetly sounding through the skies! 
Lo! the angelic host rejoices, 

Heavenly hallelujahs rise. 
Listen to the wondrous story 

Which they chant in hymns of joy; 
Glory in the highest, glory ! 

Glory be to God most high ! 

2 Peace on earth, good-will from heaven, 

Reaching far as man is found ; 
Souls redeemed and sins forgiven, 

Loud our golden harps shall sound. 
Christ is born, the great Anointed, 

Heaven and earth his praises sing; 
Oh ! receive whom God appointed, 

For your Prophet, Priest, and King. 

3 Hasten, mortals, to adore him, 

Learn his name and taste his joy; 
Till in heaven ye sing before him, 

Glory be to God most high. 
Let us learn the wondrous story, 

Of our great Redeemer's birth, 
Spread the brightness of his glory, 

Till it covers all the earth. 

Rev. John Cawood (1775-1852.) 

OuAf Christ the new-born King. 8a & 4?. 

1 Angels, from the realms of glory, 
Wing your flight o'er all the earth ; 
Ye who sang creation's story, 
Now proclaim Messiah's birth : 

Come and worship, 
Worship Christ, the new-born King. 



248 THE ADVENT. 

2 Shepherds in the field abiding, 

Watching o'er your flocks by night, 
God with man is now residing, 
Yonder shines the infant-light : 

Come and worship, 
Worship Christ, the new-bom King. 

3 Sages, leave your contemplations; 

Brighter visions beam afar ; 

Seek the great Desire of nations, 

Ye have seen his natal star; 

Come and worship, 
Worship Christ, the new-born King, 

4 Saints in humble prayer are bending, 

Watching long in hope and fear ; 
Suddenly the Lord, descending, 
In his temple shall appear ; 

Come and worship, 
Worship Christ, the new-born King. 

James Montgomery (1771-1854.) 
OtfO PsaZmxxiv. C. M. 

1 Lift up your heads, eternal gates! 

Unfold, to entertain 
The King of glory : see ! He comes, 
With his celestial train. 

2 Who is this King of glory — who ? 

The Lord, for strength renowned; 
In battle mighty ; o'er his foes 
Eternal victor crowned. 

3 Lift up your heads, ye gates ! unfold. 

In state to entertain 
The King of glory ; see ! He comes, 
With all his shining train. 



THE ADVENT. 249 

Who is the King of glory — who ? 

The Lord of hosts renowned ; 
Of glory he alone is King, 

Who is with glory crowned. 

Ta\e and Brady, 1696. 



To us a child is bom. C. M. 



354 

1 To us a child of hope is born, 

To us a Son is given ; 
Him shall the tribes of earth obey, 
Him all the hosts of heaven. 

2 His name shall be the Prince of Peace, 

For evermore adored, 
The Wonderful, the Counsellor, 
The great and mighty Lord. 

3 His power, increasing, still shall spread, 

His reign no end shall know; 
Justice shall guard his throne above, 
And peace abound below. 

4 To us a child of hope is born, 

To us a Son is given, 
The Wonderful, the Counsellor, 
The mighty Lord of heaven. 

Rev. John Morrison (1749-1798.) 

d>)D Joy to the world. C. M. 

1 Joy to the world, the Lord is come, 
Let earth receive her King ; 
Let every heart prepare him room, 
And heaven and nature sing. 



250 THE ADVENT. 

2 Joy to the earth, the Saviour reigns, 

Let men their songs employ ; 
While fields and floods, rocks, hills, and 
plains 
Repeat the sounding joy. 

3 No more let sins and sorrows grow, 

Nor thorns infest the ground ; 
He comes to make his blessings flow 
Far as the curse is found. 

4 He rules the world with truth and grace, 

And makes the nations prove 
The glories of his righteousness, 
And wonders of his love. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 

3e)b Advent of Christ. CM. 

1 Haek ! the glad sound, the Saviour comes, 

The Saviour promised long ; 
Let every heart prepare a throne, 
And every voice a song. 

2 On him the Spirit, largely poured, 

Exerts his sacred fire ; 
Wisdom, and might, and zeal, and love 
His holy breast inspire. 

3 He comes the prisoners to release, 

In Satan's bondage held, 
The gates of brass before him burst 
The iron fetters yield. 

4 He comes, from thickest films of vice 

To clear the inward sight; 
And on the eyes obscured by sin, 
To pour celestial light. 



THE ADVENT. 251 

5 He comes the broken heart to bind, 

The bleeding soul to cure • 
And with the treasures of his grace 
To enrich the humble poor. 

6 Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace, 

Thy welcome shall proclaim, 
And heaven's eternal arches ring 
With thy beloved name. 

Rev. Philip Doddridge (1702-1751.) 

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1 Beightest and best of the sons of the morn- 

ing, 
Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine 

aid; 
Star of the East, the horizon adorning, 
Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid. 

2 Cold on his cradle the dew-drops are shining ; 

Low lies his head with the beasts of the 
stall ; 
Angels adore him, in slumber reclining, 
Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all I 

3 Say, shall we yield him in costly devotion, 

Odors of Edom, and offerings divine, 
Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the 

ocean, 
Myrrh from the forest, or gold from the 

mine? 

4 Vainly we offer each ample oblation ; 

Vainly with gifts would his favor secure ; 
Richer by far is the heart's adoration; 
Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor, 

Bp. Reginald Reber (1783-1826.) 



252 THE ADVENT. 

358 Adeste Fidcles. lis. 

1 Oh ! come all ye faithful, 
Joyfully triumphant, 

To Bethlehem hasten now with glad accord ; 

Lo! in a manger 

Lies the King of angels ; 
Oh ! come, let us adore him, Christ the Lord. 

2 Raise, raise, choirs of angels, 
Songs of loudest triumph, 

Through heaven's high arches be your praises 
poured . 
Now to our God be 
Glory in the highest ; 
Oh ! come, let us adore him, Christ the Lord. 
Rev, Wm. Merctr, tr., 1873. 

359 The Glad Tidings. lis & 10s. 

1 Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing; 
Jerusalem triumphs, Messiah is King. 
Zion, the marvelous story be telling, 

The Son of the Highest, how lowly his 
birth; 
The brightest archangel in glory excelling, 
He stoops to redeem thee, he reigns upon 
earth. 
Ref. — Shout the glad tidings, etc. 

2 Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing; 
Jerusalem triumphs, Messiah is King. 
Tell how he cometh ; from nation to nation, 

The heart-cheering news let the earth echo 
round; 



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How free to the faithful he offers salvation ! 
How his people with joy everlasting are 
crowned ! 
Kef. — Shout the glad tidings, etc. 
3 Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing; 
Jerusalem triumphs, Messiah is King. 
Mortals, your homage be gratefully bringing, 
And sweet let the gladsome hosanna arise ; 
Ye angels, the full hallelujah be singing ; 
One chorus resound through the earth and 
the skies. 
Ref. — Shout the glad tidings, etc. 

Rev. W. A. Muhlenburg (1796-1877.) 



360 



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1 Son of God! to thee I cry; 
By the holy mystery 

Of thy dwelling here on earth, 
By thy pure and holy birth, 
Lord ! thy presence let me see ; 
Manifest thyself to me ! 

2 Lamb of God! to thee I cry; 
By thy bitter agony, 

By thy pangs, to us unknown, 
By thy Spirit's parting groan, 
Lord ! thy presence let me see ;. 
Manifest thyself to me! 

3 Prince of Life ! to thee I cry ; 
By thy glorious majesty, 

By thy triumph o'er the grave, 
Meek to suffer, strong to save, 
Lord! thy presence let me see; 
Manifest thyself to me! 



"254 THE PASSION. 

4 Lord of glory, God most high, 
Man exalted to the sky ! 
With thy love my bosom fill ; 
Prompt me to perform thy will ; 
Then thy glory I shall see ; 
Thou wilt bring me home to thee. 

Bp. R. Man*, 1848. 

*>Ol Christ our pattern. L. M. 

1 My dear Redeemer, and my Lord, 

I read my duty in thy word; 

But in thy life the law appears 

Drawn out in living characters. 

12 Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal, 
Such deference to thy Father's will, 
Such love, and meekness so divine, 
I would transcribe and make them mine. 

3 Cold mountains and the midnight air 
Witnessed the fervor of thy prayer; 
The desert thy temptations knew, 
Thy conflict and thy victory, too. 

4 Be thou my pattern; make me bear 
More of thy gracious image here ; 

Then God, the Judge, shall own my name 
Amongst the followers of the Lamb. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 

3fe Z Christ in Gethsemane. L.M. 

1 'Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow 

The star is dimmed that lately shone ; 
'Tis midnight ; in the garden now 

The suffering Saviour prays alone. 



THE PASSION. 255 

2 'Tis midnight; and, from all removed, 

The Saviour wrestles lone with fears ; 
E'en that disciple whom he loved 

Heeds not his Master's grief and tears. 

3 'Tis midnight ; and for others' guilt 

The Man of Sorrows weeps in blood ; 
Yet he that hath in anguish knelt 
Is not forsaken by his God. 

4 'Tis midnight; and from heavenly plains 

Is borne the song that angels know ; 
Unheard by mortals are the strains 
That sweetly soothe the Saviour's woe. 
Rev. William Bingham Tappan (1794-1849.) 

«Sb«5 Christ our Example. 7s, 6 1. 

1 Go to dark Gethsemane, 

Ye who feel the tempter's power; 
Your Redeemer's conflict see ; 

Watch with him one bitter hour ; 
Turn not from his griefs away, 
Learn of Jesus Christ to pray. 

2 Follow to the judgment-hall, 

View the Lord of life arraigned ; 
Oh ! the wormwood and the gall ! 

Oh ! the pangs his soul sustained ! 
Shun not suffering, shame, or loss ; 
Learn of him to bear the cross. 

3 Calvary's mournful mountain climb : 

There, adoring at his feet, 
Mark that miracle of time, 

God's own sacrifice complete : 
" It is finished," hear him cry ; 
Learn of Jesus Christ to die. 



256 THE PASSION. 

4 Early hasten to the tomb, 

Where they laid his breathless clay ; 
All is solitude and gloom ; 

Who hath taken him away? 
Christ has risen, he meets our eyes ; 
Saviour, teach us so to rise. 

James Montgomery (1771-1854.) 

bo4 Rock of Ages. 7s, 6 1 

1 Rook of Ages, cleft for me, 
Let me hide myself in thee ; 
Let the water and the blood, 

From thy wounded side which flowed, 

Be of sin the double cure ; 

Save me from its guilt and power. 

2 Not the labor of my hands 
Can fulfil thy law's demands ; 
Could my zeal no respite know, 
Could my tears for ever flow, 
All for sin could not atone ; 
Thou must save, and thou alone. 

3 Nothing in my hand I bring ; 
Simply to thy cross I cling ; 
Naked, come to thee for dress ; 
Helpless, look to thee for grace ; 
Vile, I to the fountain fly ; 
Wash me, Saviour, or I die. 

4 While I draw this fleeting breath, 
When my eyelids close in death, 
When I soar to worlds unknown, 
See thee on thy judgment- throne — 
Rock of Ages, cleft for me, 

Let me hide myself in thee. 

Rev. Augustus Montague Toplady (1740-1778.) 



THE PASSION. 357 

365 The Lamb of God. 7s. 6 L 

1 Jesus, Lamb of God, for me 

Thou, the Lord of life, didst die; 
Whither, — whither but to thee 

Can a trembling sinner fly? 
Death's dark waters o'er me roll, 
Save, oh! save my sinking soul. 

2 Never bowed a martyred head ; 

Weighed with equal sorrow down, 
Never blood so rich was shed, 

Never king wore such a crown! 
To thy cross and sacrifice 
Faith now lifts her tearful eyes. 

3 All my soul, by love subdued, 

Melts in deep contrition there , 
By thy mighty grace renewed, 

New-born hope forbids despair; 
Lord, thou canst my guilt forgive, 
Thou hast bid me look and live. 

4 While with broken heart I kneel, 

Sinks the inward storm to rest; 
Life — immortal life — I feel 

Kindled in my throbbing breast; 
Thine, for ever thine I am, 
Glory to the bleeding Lamb ! 

Rev. Ray Palmer (1808-1887.) 

ODD Expostulation. 7s, 61. 

1 Heaet of stone, relent, relent, 
Break, by Jesus' cross subdued; 

See his body mangled, rent, 
Covered with his flowing blood. 

Sinful soul, what hast thou done? 

Crucified the incarnate Son ! 

17 



258 THE PASSION. 

2 Will you let him die in vain, 

Still to death pursue the Lord ; 
Open tear his wounds again, 

Trample on his precious blood ? 
No, with all my sins I'll part ; 
Saviour, take my broken heart. 

Rev. Charles Wesley (1708-1788.) 

«So7 Faith in the sacrifice of Christ. S. M. 

1 Not all the blood of beasts 

On Jewish altars slain, 
Could give the guilty conscience peace. 
Or wash away the stain. 

2 But Christ, the heavenly lamb, 

Takes all our sins away ; 
A sacrifice of nobler name, 
And richer blood than they. 

3 My faith would lay her hand 

On that dear head of thine, 
While like a penitent I stand, 
And there confess my sin. 

4 My soul looks back to see 

The burdens thou didst bear 
When hanging on the cursed tree, 
And hopes her guilt was there. 

5 Believing, we rejoice 

To see the curse remove ; 
We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice, 
And sing his bleeding love. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 



THE PASSION. 259 

duO Doxology. 

Ye angels round the throne, 

And saints that dwell below, 
Worship the Father, love the Son, 
And bless the Spirit too. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 

ottJJ The fellowship of his sufferings. L. M. 

1 How shall I follow him I serve ? 
r How shall I copy him I love ? 

Nor from those blessed footsteps swerve 
Which lead me to his seat above ? 

2 Privations, sorrows, bitter scorn, 

The life of toil, the mean abode, 
The faithless kiss, the crown of thorn — 
Are these the consecrated road ? 

3 'Twas thus he suffered, though a Son, 

Fore-knowing, choosing, feeling all, 
Until the perfect work was done, 
And drunk the cup of bitter gall. 

4 Lord, should my path through suffering lie, 

Forbid that I should e'er repine ; 
Still let me turn to Calvary, 

Nor heed my griefs, remembering thine. 
Josiah Conder (1789-1855.) 

d70 At the Cross. 7s & 6s, D. 

1 Sacked Head, once wounded, 

With grief and shame weighed down, 
How scornfully surrounded 
With thorns, thine only crown j 



260 THE PASSION. 

Sacred Head, what glory, 
What bliss, till now was thine I 

Yet, though despised and gory, 
I joy to call thee mine. 

2 How art thou pale with anguish, 

With sore abuse and scorn; 
How does that visage languish 

That once was bright as morn! 
What language shall I borrow 

To thank thee, dearest Friend, 
For this thy dying sorrow, 

Thy pity without end ? 

3 Oh ! make me thine forever ; 

And should I fainting be, 
Lord, let me never, never, 

Outlive my love to thee. 
Be near when I am dying ; 

Oh ! show thy cross to me I 
And, for my succor flying, 

Come, Lord, and set me free. 

Bernard of Clairvaux (1091-1153.) 

Rev. Paul Gerhardt (1606-1676), 1659. 

Tr. by Rev. James Waddell Alexander (1804-1S59.) 

«57I All-forgiving. 7s & 6s, D. 

1 Life of the world ! I hail thee ; 
Hail, Jesus, Saviour dear! 

1 to thy cross could yield me, 
Might I to thee be near. 

Thyself, in all thy fullness, 

My Lord, to me impart ; 
As thee I seek, oh! help me 

To find thee in my heart 1 



THE PASSION. 261 

2 Look on me, All-forgiving ! 

Low at thy feet I bow ; 
Oh ! all-divine thou seemest, 

As I behold thee now ! 
I clasp with tender passion, 

Thy feet, so pierced for us, 
The cruel wounds deep graven, 

O'erwhelmed to see thee thus! 

3 While here with thee I linger, 

Take me, dear Saviour mine ! 
Oh ! draw me to thee closer, 

And make me wholly thine ; 
Say, "Be thou saved, O sinner! " 

And gladly at thy call, 
On thy sure word relying, 

To thee I give my all. 

Tr. by Rev. Ray Palmer (1808-1887.) 



I thirst, L. M".. 



S72 

1 His are the thousand sparkling rills 

That from a thousand fountains burst, 
And rill with music all the hills ; 
And yet he saith, "I thirst." 

2 All fiery pangs on battle-fields, 

On fever beds where sick men toss, 
Are in that human cry he yields 
To anguish on the cross. 

3 But more than pains that racked him then 

Was the deep longing thirst divine, 
That thirsted for the souls of men ; 
Dear Lord ! and one was mine. 



$62 THE PASSION. 

4 O Love most patient, give me grace ; 
Make all my soul athirst for thee ; 
That parched dry lip, that fading face, 
That thirst, were all for me. Unknown 

SH The ivorJc finished. L. M. 

1 'Tis finished! so the Saviour cried, 

And meekly bowed his head and died ; 
'Tis finished — yes, the race is run, 
The battle fought, the victory won. 

2 'Tis finished ! all that heaven decreed, 

And all the ancient prophets said, 
Is now fulfilled, as was designed, 
In me, the Saviour of mankind. 

3 'Tis finished ! heaven is reconciled, 

And all the powers of darkness spoiled ; 
Peace, love, and happiness again 
Return and dwell with sinful men. 

4 'Tis finished! let the joyful sound 

Be heard through all the nations round ; 
'Tis finished ! let the echo fly 

Through heaven and hell, through earth 
and Sky. Rev. S. Stennett (1725-1795.) 

Ol4 Praise for redemption. L. M. 

1 Blest Jesus, when thy cross I view, 
That mystery to the angelic host, 
I gaze with grief and rapture too, 
And all my soul's in wonder lost. 



THE PASSION. 2o$ 

2 What strange compassion filled thy breast, 

That brought thee, from thy thron one 
high, 
To woes that cannot be expressed, 
To be despised, to groan and die ! 

3 Was it for man, rebellious man, 

Sunk by his crimes below the grave, 
Who, justly doomed to endless pain, 
Found none to pity or to save ? 

4 For man didst thou forsake the sky, 

To bleed upon the accursed tree ? 
And didst thou taste of death, to buy 
Immortal life and bliss for me ? 

5 Had I a voice to praise thy name, 

Loud as the trump that wakes the dead r 
Had I the raptured seraph's flame, 
My debt of love could ne'er be paid. 

6 Yet, Lord, a sinner's heart receive, 

This burdened, contrite heart of mine ; 
Thou knowest I've naught beside to give ; 
And let it be forever thine. 

Rev. C&nrad Speece (1776-1838.) 

O i D And there they crucified him. G. MT. 

1 Theee is a green hill far away, 

Without a city wall ; 
Where the dear Lord was crucified, 
Who died to save us all. 

2 We may not know, we cannot telL 

What pains he had to bear ; 



264 THE PASSION. 

But we believe it was for lis 
He hung and suffered there. 

3 He died that we might be forgiven, 

He died to make us good, 
That we might go at last to heaven, 
Saved by his precious blood. 

4 There was no other good enough 

To pay the price of sin ; 
He only could unlock the gate 
Of heaven and let us in. 

Mrs. Cecil F. Alexander (1823 — .) 

57 O The triumphs of Christ. C. M., D. 

1 He dies, the Friend of sinners dies ; 

Lo! Salem's daughters weep around; 
A solemn darkness veils the skies, 

A sudden trembling shakes the ground. 
Come, saints, and drop a tear or two, 

For him who groaned beneath your load ; 
He shed a thousand drops for you, 

A thousand drops of richer blood. 

2 Here's love and grief beyond degree, 

The Lord of glory dies for men- 
But lo ! what sudden joys we see, 

Jesus, the dead, revives again. 
The risen God forsakes the tomb, 

Up to his Father's courts he flies ; 
Cherubic legions guard him home, 

And shout him welcome to the skies. 



THE PASSION". 265 

3 Dry up your tears, ye saints, and tell 
How high your great Deliverer reigns ; 
Sing how he spoiled the hosts of hell, 

And led the monster death in chains. 
Say, ' ' Live for ever, wondrous King ! 

Born to redeem, and strong to save." 
Then ask the monster, "Where's thy 
sting, 
And where's thy victory, boasting grave ? n 
Rev. Isaac Watts (1874^174a) 



377 



We adore thee. 7a & 6s, D. 

1 O Jesus, we adore thee, 

Upon the cross, our King ; 
"We bow our hearts before thee ; 

Thy gracious name we sing; 
That name hath brought salvation, 

That name, in life our stay ; 
Our peace, our consolation 

When life shall fade away, 

2 Yet doth the world disdain thee, 

Still passing by thy cross : 
Lord, may our hearts retain thee ; 

All else we count but loss. 
Oh! glorious King, we bless thee, 

No longer pass thee by ; 
O Jesus, we confess thee 

Our Lord, enthroned on high. 

3 Thy wounds, thy grief beholding, 

With thee, O Lord, we grieve; 
Jhee in our hearts enfolding, 
Our hearts thy wounds receive ; 



266 PKAISE TO THE KISEX LOKD. 

Lord, grant to us remission ; 

Life through thy death restore ; 
Yea, grant us the fruition 

Of life for evermore. 

Rev. Arthur Tozer Russell, 1851. 

•S i O Now to the Lord. L. M. 

1 Now to the Lord, a noble song; 
Awake, my soul; awake, my tongue; 
Hosanna to the Eternal ISTame, 

And all his boundless love proclaim. 

2 See where it shines in Jesus' face, 
The brightest image of his grace ; 
God, in the person of his Son, 

Has all his mightiest works outdone. 

3 The spacious earth and spreading flood 
Proclaim the wise and powerful God ; 
And thy rich glories from afar 
Sparkle in every rolling star. 

4 But in his looks a glory stands, 
The noblest labor of thine hands ; 
The pleasing lustre of his eyes 
Outshines the wonders of the skies. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 

■«$ § *s The majesty and mercy of God. L. Ml 

1 Kingdoms and thrones to God belong ; 
Crown him, ye nations, in your song ; 
His wondrous names and powers rehearse ' 
His honors shall enrich your verse. 



PEAISE TO THE EISEX LOED. 267 

2 Proclaim him King, pronounce him blest; 
He's your defence, your joy, your rest; 
When terrors rise, and nations faint, 
God is the strength of every saint. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748), 

S80 The debt of love. H. ML 

1 Come, every pious heart, 

That loves the Saviour's name, 
Your noblest powers exert 

To celebrate his fame ; 
Tell all above, and all below. 
The debt of love to him you owe. 

2 He left his starry crown, 

And laid his robes aside, 
On wings of love came down, 

And wept, and bled, and died ; 
What he endured, oh! who can tell 
To save our souls from death and hell? 

3 From the dark grave he rose, 

The mansions of the dead, 
And thence his mighty foes 

In glorious triumph led ; 
Up through the sky the Conqueror rode, 
And reigns on high, the Saviour God. 

4 Jesus, we ne'er can pay 

The debt we owe thy love ; 
Yet tell us how we may, 
Our gratitude approve ; 
Our hearts, our all, to thee we give ; 
The gift, though small, thou wilt receive. 
Samuel Stennett (1727-1795.; 



268 PEAISE TO THE EISEN LOED. 

Ool Christ interceding above. C. M. 

1 Now let our cheerful eyes survey 

Our great High Priest above; 
And celebrate his constant care, 
And sympathetic love. 

2 Though raised to a superior throne, 

Where angels bow around, 
And high o'er all the shining train, 
With matchless honors crowned; 

3 The names of all his saints he bears, 

Deep graven on his heart ; 
Nor shall the meanest Christian say, 
That he hath lost his part. 

4 Those characters shall fair abide 

Our everlasting trust, 
When gems, and monuments, and crowns, 
Are mouldered down to dust. 

5 So gracious Saviour, on my breast 

May thy dear name be worn, 
A sacred ornament and guard, 
To endless ages borne. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 

doi Christ's intercession. C. ML 

1 Awake, sweet gratitude, and sing 

The ascended Saviour's love ; 
Sing how he lives to carry on 
His people's cause above. 

2 With cries and tears, he offered up 

His humble suit below ; 

But with authority he asks, 

Enthroned in glory now. 



PEAISE TO THE EISEN LOED. 2(59 

3 For all that come to God by him, 

Salvation he demands; 
Points to their names upon his breast, 
And spreads his wounded hands. 

4 His sweet atoning sacrifice 

Gives sanction to his claim : 
1 * Father, I will that all my saints 
Be with me where I am. 

5 ' ' By their salva tion, recompense 

The sorrows I endured ; 
Just to the merits of thy Son, 
And faithful to thy word." 

6 Eternal life, at his request. 

To every saint is given; 
Safety on earth, and, after death, 
The plenitude of heaven. 
Rev. Augustus Montague Toplady (1740-1778.) 

OOeJ Sabbath morning. C. H. M. 

1 How calm and beautiful the morn 

That gilds the sacred tomb, 
Where once the Crucified was borne, 

And veiled in midnight gloom! 
Oh! weep no more the Saviour slain; 
The Lord is risen, He lives again. 

2 Ye mourning saints, dry every tear 

For your departed Lord ; 
"Behold the place, he is not here," 

The tomb is all unbarred : 
The gates of death were closed in vain, 
The Lord is risen, he lives again. 



270 PRAISE TO THE RISEN LORD. 

3 Now cheerful to the house of prayer 

Your early footsteps bend ; 
The Saviour will himself be there, 

Your Advocate and Friend : 
Once by the law your hopes were slain, 
But now in Christ ye live again. 

4 How tranquil now the rising day ! 

'Tis Jesus still appears, 
A risen Lord, to chase away 

Your unbelieving fears : 
Oh! weep no more your comforts slain. 
The Lord is risen, he lives again. 

5 And when the shades of evening fall, 

When life's last hour draws nigh, 
If Jesus shines upon the soul, 
How blissful then to die ! 
Since he has risen that once was slain, 
Ye die in Christ to live again. 

Thomas Hastings (1784-1872.) 

384 Glory to God. C. H. M„ 

1 The morning purples all the sky, 

The air with praises rings ; 
Defeated death stands sullen by, 

The world exulting sings ; 
Glory to God ! our glad lips cry ; 
All glory be to God Most High ! 

2 While he, the King all strong to save, 

Rends the dark doors away, 
And through the gateway of the grave 
Strides forth into the day : 
Glory to God ! our glad lips cry ; 
All glory be to God Most High ! 



PRAISE TO THE RISEtf LORD. 271 

3 The shining angels cry, "Away 

With grief ; no spices bring ; 
Not tears, but songs, this joyful day, 
Should greet the rising King ! " 
Glory to God! our glad lips cry; 
All glory be to God Most High ! 

4 That thou our Paschal Lamb mayst be, 

And endless joy begin, 
Jesus, Deliverer, set us free 

From the dread death of sin : 
Glory to God ! our glad lips cry ; 
All glory be to God Most High ! 

Ambrose of Milan (340-397.) 
Tr. by Rev. Alexander Ramsay Thompson, 1822. 

5oe) We shall see his face. 8s&7s, 

1 "We shall see hint," in our nature, 

Seated on his lofty throne ; 
Loved, adored, by every creature, 
Owned as God, and God alone ! 

2 There the hosts of shining spirits 

Strike their harps, and loudly sing 
To the praise of Jesus' merits, 
To the glory of their King. 

3 When we pass o'er death's dark river, 

"We shall see him as he is," 
Resting in his love and favor, 
Owning all the glory his. 

4 There to cast our crowns before him, 

Oh! what bliss the thought affords! 
There forever to adore him, 

King of kings, and Lord of lords ! 

Miss Mary Pyper (1795 — .) 



272 PRAISE TO THE EISEX LOED. 

dbft Jesus lives. P. M 

1 Jesus lives ! no longer now 

Can thy terrors, death, appall us; 
Jesus lives ! by this we know 

Thou, O grave, canst not enthral us. 
Allelulial 

2 Jesus lives ! henceforth is death 

But the gate of life immortal ; 
This shall calm our trembling breath 
When we pass its gloomy portal. 

Alleluia I 

3 Jesus lives ! for us he died ; 

Then, alone to Jesus living, 
Pure in heart may we abide, 
Glory to our Saviour giving. 

Alleluia I 

4 Jesus lives ! our hearts know well 

Naught from us his love shall sever ; 
Life, nor death, nor powers of hell 
Tear us from his keeping ever. 

Alleluia ! 

5 Jesus lives ! to him the throne 

Over all the world is given; 
May we go where he is gone, 

Rest and reign with him in heaven. 

Alleluia I 
C. F. Gellert (1715-1769), tr. by Miss F. K. Cox. 

do i Praise to the risen Saviour. 7s. 

1 Lo ! the stone is rolled away, 
Death yields up his mighty prey, 
Jesus, rising from the tomb, 
Scatters all its fearful gloom. 



PEAISE TO THE EISEN LOED. 27S 

2 Praise him, ye celestial choirs, 
Praise and sweep your golden lyres ; 
Praise him in the noblest songs, 
From ten thousand thousand tongues. 

3 Every note with rapture swell, 
And the Saviour's triumph tell; 
Where, O Death, is now thy sting! 
Where thy terrors, vanquished king ? 

4 Let Immanuel be adored, 
Ransom, Mediator, Lord! 
To creation's utmost bound, 
Let the eternal praise resound. 

Rev. Thomas Scott (—1776). 

woo The Lord's Day, 7s_ 

1 Hail the day that sees him rise, 
Glorious, to his native skies ! 
Christ, awhile to mortals given, 
Enters now the gates of heaven. 

2 There the glorious triumph waits ; 
Lift your heads, eternal gates ! 
Christ hath vanquished death and sin ; 
Take the King of glory in. 

3 See, the heaven its Lord receives ! 
Yet he loves the earth he leaves ; 
Though returning to his throne, 
Still he calls mankind his own. 

4 Still for us he intercedes, 

His prevailing death he pleads ; 
Near himself prepares a place, 
Great Forerunner of our race. 

Rev. Charles Wesley ( 170S-1T 88.)> 
IS 



$74 PEAISE TO THE EISEN LOED. 



Crown Him. 8s, 7s & 4s. 



389 

1 Look, ye saints, the sight is glorious, 

See the ''Man of sorrows" now, 
From the fight returned victorious, 
Every knee to him shall bow. 

Hef. — Crown him! crown him, angels crown 

him! 
Crown the Saviour "King of kings." 
Crown him! crown him, angels crown 

him! 
Crown the Saviour "King of kings." 

2 Crown the Saviour! angels crown him! 

Kich the trophies Jesus brings ; 
In the seat of power enthrone him, 

While the vault of heaven rings. — Ref. 

3 Sinners in derision crowned him, 

Mocking thus the Saviour's claim; 
Saints and angels crowd around him, 
Own his title, praise his name. — Ref. 

4 Hark ! the bursts of acclamation ! 

Hark I these loud triumphant chords ; 
Jesus takes the highest station, 

Oh! what joy the sight affords ! — Ref. 
Rev. Thomas Kelly (1769-1855.) 

IS Jf U He has risen, as Tie said. Is. 

1 " Cheist, the Lord, is risen to-day," 
Sons of men and angels say ; 
Raise your songs of triumph high ; 
Sing, ye heavens; and earth, reply, 



PEAISE TO THE EISEX LOED. 275 

2 Love's redeeming work is done. 
Fought the fight, the battle won; 
Lo, our sun's eclipse is o'er! 

Lo, he sets in blood no more! 

3 Yain the stone, the watch, the seal; 
Christ hath burst the gates of hell : 
Death in vain forbids him rise ; 
Christ hath opened Paradise. 

4 Lives again our glorious King ! 
Where, O Death, is now thy sting? 
Once he died our souls to save ; 
Where's thy victory, Grave? 

5 Soar we now where Christ hath led> 
Following our exalted Head ■ 
Made like him, like him we rise ; 
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies. 

6 Hail the Lord of earth and heaven ! 
Praise to thee by both be given ; 
Thee we greet triumphant now ; 
Hail, the Resurrection thou! 

7 King of glory, Soul of bliss, 
Everlasting life is this ; 

Thee to know, thy power to prove, 
Thus to sing, and thus to love. 

Rev. Charles Wesley (1708-17S8.; 

oJ/I Praise to the Most High. 10a & 11?*. 

1 Ye servants of God, your master proclaim,, 
And publish abroad his wonderful name ; 
The name all-victorious of Jesus extol ; 
His kingdom is glorious, he rules over all- 



276 PEAISE TO THE EISEN LOED. 

2 God ruleth on high, almighty to save ; 
And still he is nigh — his presence we have ; 
The great congregation his triumph shall 

sing, 
Ascribing salvation to Jesus our King. 

3 Salvation to God, who sits on the throne, 
Let all cry aloud, and honor the Son ; 
The praises of Jesus the angels, proclaim, 
Fall down on their faces, and worship the 

Lamb. 

4 Then let us adore, and give him his right, 
All glory and power, and wisdom and might, 
All honor and blessing, with angels above, 
And thanks never ceasing, for infinite love. 

Rev. Charles Wesley (1708-1788.) 

&&Z Doxology. 

By angels in heaven of every degree, 
And saints upon earth, all praise be addressed 
To God in three Persons, one God ever blest, 
As it has been, now is, and always shall be. 

S9o TJie Lord God reigneth. 7s, D. 

1 Haek ! the song of jubilee, 

Loud as mighty thunders roar, 
Or the fullness of the sea, 

When it breaks upon the shore ! 
Hallelujah ! for the Lord 

God omnipotent shall reign ! 
Hallelujah ! let the word 

Echo round the earth and main. 



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PEAISE TO THE EISEN LOED. 277 

2 Hallelujah ! hark, the sound, 

From the depths unto the skies, 
Wakes above, beneath, around, 

All creation's harmonies! 
See Jehovah's banners furled ! 

Sheathed his sword ! he speaks — 'tis done! 
And the kingdoms of this world 

Are the kingdoms of his Son ! 

3 He shall reign from pole to pole 

With illimitable sway ; 
He shall reign, when, like a scroll, 

Yonder heavens have passed away — 
Then the end : beneath his rod 

Man's last enemy shall fall ; 
Hallelujah, Christ in God, 

God in Christ, is all in all ! 

Rev. Jarnes Montgomery (1771-1854) 

Ot/4 Resurrection and ascension. 7s, D« 

1 Hail to thee, our risen King I 
Joyfully thy praise we sing ; 
For, the mighty conflict o'er, 
Now thou livest evermore. 
Thou within the tomb has slept, 
Angel-guards thy vigil kept ; 
'Twas their word to Mary brought 
Tidings of the Lord she sought. 

2 " Seek him not among the dead, 
He is risen, as he said: " 
Gladdened by the angelic word, 
Turning, she beheld her Lord. 



278 PEAISE TO THE KISEX LOKD. 

Fain, like Mary, Lord, would we 
In thy glorious presence be ; 
Hear thy voice and see thy face, 
Praise thee for thy wondrous grace. 

3 Resurrection life hast thou 
Given to thy people now : 
Haste the time when, raised to thee. 
We shall manifested be. 
Blessed Saviour, Victor, King, 
Hear us now thy triumphs sing, 
While we celebrate thy praise, 
And our hallelujahs raise. A?i<m. 

?S"& Christ is risen 15s. 

1 Alleluia! Alleluia! hearts to heaven and 

voices raise ; 
Sing to God a hymn of gladness, sing to 

God a hymn of praise ; 
He who on the cross a victim for the world's 

salvation bled, 
Jesus Christ, the King of glory, now is risen 

from the dead. 

2 Christ is risen, Christ the first-fruits of the 

holy harvest field, 

Which will all its full abundance at his sec- 
ond coming yield ; 

Then the golden ears of harvest will their 
heads before him wave, 

Ripened by his glorious sunshine, from the 
furrows of the grave. 



PEAI8E TO THE EISEN LOED. 279 

3 Christ is risen, we are risen ; shed upon us 

heavenly grace, 
Rain, and dew, and gleams of glory from 
the brightness of thy face ; 

That we, with our hearts in heaven, here on 

earth may fruitful be, 
And by angel-hands be gathered, and be 
ever, Lord, with thee. 

4 Alleluia ! Alleluia ! glory be to God on 

high, 
Alleluia to the Saviour, who has gained the 

victory ; 
Alleluia to the Spirit, fount of love and 

sanctity ; 
Alleluia ! Alleluia ! to the Triune Majesty. 
Ep. Christopher Wordsicorth (1807-1885.) 



S96 



Psalm xxiii. 7s, 6 1. 






1 Shepheed ! with thy tenderest love, 
Guide me to thy fold above ; 

Let me hear thy gentle voice ; 
More and more in thee rejoice ; 
From thy fullness grace receive ; 
Ever in thy Spirit live. 

2 Filled by thee, my cup o'erflows, 
For thy love no limit knows ; 
Guardian angels, ever nigh, 
Lead and draw my soul on high ; 
Constant to my latest end, 
Thou my footsteps wilt attend. 



380 PEAISE TO THE EISEN LOED. 

3 Jesus, with thy presence blest, 
Death is life, and labor rest ; 
Guide me while I draw my breath, 
Guard me through the gate of death, 
And at last, oh ! let me stand 
With the sheep at thy right hand. 

A? (.on., 1S65. 

&&& Christ risen, 7s, 6 1. 

1 Angels, roll the rock away ! 
Death, yield up the mighty prey ! 
See, the Saviour quits the tomb, 
Glowing with immortal bloom. 
Alleluia ! swell the lay! 
Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day. 

2 Shout, ye seraphs ; angels, raise 
Your eternal song of praise ; 
Let the earth's remotest bound 
Echo to the blissful sound. 
Alleluia ! swell the lay ! 
Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day. 

Rev. Thomas Scott (— 1776.) 

OUO Hoio much I owe. 7s, 6 I. 

1 Chosen not for good in me, 
Waked from coming wrath to flee, 
Hidden in the Saviour's side, 

By the Spirit sanctified — 

Teach me, Lord, on earth, to show 

By my love how much I owe. 

2 Oft I walk beneath the cloud, 
Dark as midnight's gloomy shroud; 






PEAISE TO THE EISEN LOED. 281 

But, when fear is at its height, 
Jesus comes, and all is light; 
Blessed Jesus ! bid me show 
Doubting saints how much I owe. 

3 Oft the nights of sorrow reign — 
Weeping, sickness, sighing, pain; 
But a night thine anger burns — 
Morning comes, and joy returns; 
God of comforts ! bid me show 
To thy poor how much I owe. 

4 When in flowery paths I tread, 
Oft by sin I'm captive led; 
Oft I fall, but still arise— 
Jesus comes — the tempter flies ; 
Blessed Jesus ! bid me show 
Weary sinners all I owe. 

Rev. Robert McCheyne (1813-1843.) 

oW9 The Lion of Judah. 6s & 4s. 

1 Rise, glorious Conqueror, rise 
Into thy native skies, — 

Assume thy right ; 
And where in many a fold 
The clouds are backward rolled — 
Pass through those gates of gold, 

And reign in light ! 

2 Victor o'er death and hell ! 
Cherubic legions swell 

Thy radiant train ; 
Praises all heaven inspire ;' 
Each angel sweeps his lyre, 
Amd waves his wings of fire, — 

Thou Lamb once slain I 



282 PRAISE TO THE RISEN LORD. 

3 Lion of Judah — hail ! 
And let thy name prevail 

From age to age ; 
Lord of the rolling years, 
Claim for thine own the spheres, 
For thou hast bought with tears 

Thy heritage ! 

4 And then was heard afar 
Star answering to star — 

"Lo! these have come, 
.Followers of him who gave 
His life their lives to save ; 
And now their palms they wave, 

Brought safely home." 

Matthew Bridges (1800—.) 

400 Mary at the tomb. 7s, D 

1 Mary to the Saviour's tomb 

Hastened at the early dawn . 
Spice she brought, and sweet perfume, 

But the Lord she loved had gone ; 
For awhile she lingering stood. 

Filled with sorrow and surprise, 
Trembling, while a crystal flood 

Issued from her weeping eyes. 

2 But her sorrows quickly fled 

When she heard his welcome voice ; 
Christ had risen from the dead, 

Now he bids her heart rejoice ; 
What a change his word can make, 

Turning darkness into day ! 
Ye who weep for Jesus' sake, 

He will wipe your tears away. 

iteu. John Xewton (1725-1807.) 






PRAISE TO THE RISEN LORD. 283 

401 Xcarer to thee. P. M. 

1 Along the mountain track of life, 

Along the weary lea, 
In rocks, in storms, in joy, in strife, 
Let this my heart-cry be, — 

,; Xearer to thee — nearer to thee." 

2 This pilgrim-path by thee was trod, 

Jesus, — my King, by thee, 
Traced by thy tears, thy feet, thy blood, 
In love, in death, for me ; 

Oh, bring my soul nearer to thee. 

3 Let every step, let every thought, 

Sweet memories bear of thee ; 
And hear the soul thy love hath bought, 
Whose every cry shall be, — 

"Xearer to thee — nearer to thee." 

4 Thou wilt! thou dost! — a still small voice 

Whispers of faith in thee, 
Of hope that might in grief rejoice, 
If still the way-cry be, — 

"Nearer to thee — nearer to thee." 

Miss Phoebe Cary (1825-1871.) 

402 . Importunity. S. M. 

1 Jesus, who knows full well 

The heart of every saint, 

Invites us all our grief to tell, 

To pray and never faint. 

2 He bows his gracious ear, — 

We never plead in vain ; 
Then let us wait till he appear, 
And pray, and pray again. 



284 PEAISE TO THE EISEN LOED. 

3 Jesus, the Lord, will hear 

His chosen when they cry ; 
Yes, though he may a while forbear, 
He'll help them from on high. 

4 Then let us earnest cry, 

And never faint in prayer ; 
He sees, he hears, and from on high 
Will make our cause his care. 

Rev. J. Newton (1725-1807.) 



403 Psalm ciii. S. BX. 

1 Oh! bless the Lord, my soul, 

Let all within me join 
And aid my tongue to bless his name, 
Whose favors are divine. 

2 Oh! bless the Lord, my soul; 

Nor let his mercies lie 
Forgotten in unthankfulness, 
And without praises die. 

3 'Tis he forgives thy sins, 

"Tis he relieves thy pain, 
J Tis he that heals thy sicknesses, 
And makes thee young again. 

4 He crowns thy life with love, 

When ransomed from the grave; 
He that redeemed my soul from hell 
Hath sovereign power to save. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 



PEAISE TO THE EISEN LOED. 285; 

404 Litany. 7s, D„ 

1 Saviotte, when in dust to thee 
Low we bow the adoring knee, — 
When, repentant to the skies, 
Scarce we lift our streaming eyes, 
Oh! by all thy pains and woe, 
Suffered once for man below, 
Bending from thy throne on high. 
Hear our supplicating cry. 

2 By thy birth and early years, 
By thy human griefs and fears, 
By thy fasting and distress 

In the lonely wilderness, 

By thy vict'ry in the hour 

Of the subtle tempter's power, — 

Jesus, look with pitying eye, 

Hear our deep, imploring cry. 

3 By thine hour of dark despair, 
By thine agony of prayer, 

By the purple robe of scorn, 
By thy wounds, thy crown of thorn,. 
By thy cross, thy pangs, and cries, 
By thy perfect sacrifice, — 
Jesus, look with pitying eye, 
Hear our sad, beseeching cry. 

4 By thy deep, expiring groan, 
By the sealed sepulchral stone, 
By thy triumph o'er the grave, 

By thy power from death to save, — 
Mighty God, ascended Lord, 
To thy throne in heaven restored, — 
Saviour, Prince exalted high, 
Hear our solemn litany. 

Sir R. Grant (1788-1833.)> 



Zm PEAI8E TO THE EISEN LOED. 

405 Glory of Christ. C. M. 

1 Majestic sweetness sits enthroned 

Upon the Saviour's brow ; 
His head with radiant glories crowned, 
His lips with grace o'erflow. 

2 No mortal can with him compare 

Among the sons of men ; 
Fairer is he than all the fair 
Who fill the heavenly train. 

3 He saw me plunged in deep distress, 

And flew to my relief; 
For me he bore the shameful cross, 
And carried all my grief. 

4 To him I owe my life and breath, 

And all the joys I have ; 
He makes me triumph over death, 
And saves me from the grave. 

5 To heaven, the place of his abode, 

He brings my weary feet, 
Shows me the glories of my God, 
And makes my joys complete. 

6 Since from his bounty I receive 

Such proofs of love divine, 
Had I a thousand hearts to give, 
Lord, they should all be thine. 

Rev. S. Stennett (1727-1795.) 

40 O Repentance. C. M. 

1 O thou, whose tender mercy hears 
Contrition's humble sigh, 
Whose hand indulgent wipes the tears 
From sorrow's weeping eye ; 



PEAISE TO THE RISEN LORD. 287 

2 See, low before thy throne of grace, 

A wretched wanderer mourn ; 
Hast thou not bid me seek thy face ? 
Hast thou not said — " return" ? 

3 And shall my guilty fears prevail 

To drive me from thy feet? 
Oh ! let not this dear refuge fail, 
This only safe retreat ! 

4 Oh ! shine on this benighted heart! 

With beams of mercy shine ! 
And let thy healing voice impart 
A taste of joys divine. 

Miss Anne Steele (1717-1778.) 

407 The Glory of Christ. C. M> 

1 The head that once was crowned with thorns 

Is crowned with glory now ; 
A royal diadem adorns 
The mighty Victor's brow. 

2 The highest place that heaven affords 

Is thine, is thine by right, — 
Thou King of kings, and Lord of lords, 
And heaven's eternal light. 

3 The joy of all who dwell above, 

The joy of all below, 
To whom thou dost reveal thy love, 
And grant thy name to know. 

4 To whom the cross, with all its shame,- 

With all its grace, is given , 
Their name, an everlasting name,, 
Their joy, the joy of heaven. 



288 PEAISE TO THE RISEN LORD. 

-"5 They suffer with thee, Lord, below, 
They reign with thee above, 
Their everlasting joy to know 
The mystery of thy love. 

Rev. Thos. Kelly (1769-1855.) 

4"o Glorying in the Cross. 8s & 7s. 

1 In the cross of Christ I glory, 

Towering o'er the wrecks of time ; 
All the light of sacred story 
Gathers round its head sublime. 

2 When the woes of life o'ertake me, 

Hopes deceive, and fears annoy, 

Never shall the cross forsake me : 

Lo ! it glows with peace and joy. 

3 "When the sun of bliss is beaming 

Light and love upon my way. 
From the cross the radiance, streaming, 
Adds more lustre to the day. 

4 In the cross of Christ I glory, 

Towering o'er the wrecks of time ; 
All the light of sacred story 
Gathers round its head sublime. 

Sir John Bowring (1792 1872), 1825. 



409 



Progress. 8s & 7b. 



1 Like the eagle, upward, onward, 
Let my soul in faith be borne ; 
Calmly gazing skyward, sunward, 
Let my eye unshrinking turn. 



PKAISE TO THE EISEN LOED. 289 

2 Where the cross, God's love revealing, 

Sets the fettered spirit free, 
Where it sheds its wondrous healing, 
There, my soul, thy rest shall be. 

3 Oh! may I no longer, dreaming, 

Idly waste my golden day, 
But, each precious hour redeeming, 
Upward, onward, press my way. 

Rev. Horatius Bonar (1809-1890.) 



The Paschal Lamb. 8b & 7s. 



410 

1 Hail, thou once" despised Jesus ! 

Hail, thou Galilean King ! 
Thou didst suffer to release us, 
Thou didst free salvation bring. 

2 Hail, thou agonizing Saviour, 

Bearer of our sin and shame ! 
By thy merits we find favor ; 
Life is given through thy name. 

3 Paschal Lamb, by God appointed, 

All our sins on thee were laid ; 
By Almighty love anointed, 
Thou hast full atonement made. 

4 All thy people are forgiven 

Through the virtue of thy blood; 
Opened is the gate of heaven. 
Peace is made 'twixt man and God. 

Rev. John Bakewell (1721-1819.) 
9 



290 PEAISE TO THE EISEN LOED. 

411 Jesus interceding. 8s & 7s. 

1 Jestts, hail ! enthroned in glory, 

There forever to abide ; 
All the heavenly hosts adore thee, 
Seated at thy Father's side. 

2 There for sinners thou art pleading, 

There thou dost our place prepare ; 
Ever for us interceding, 
Till in glory we appear. 

3 Worship, honor, power, and blessing, 

Thou art worthy to receive ; 
Loudest praises, without ceasing, 
Meet it is for us to give. 

Rev. John Bakewell (1721-1319.) 

412 Glory to Christ. C. P. M. 

1 Oh! could I speak the matchless worth, 
Oh ! could I sound the glories forth, 

Which in my Saviour shine ! 
I'd soar, and touch the heavenly strings, 
And vie with Gabriel while he sings 

In notes almost divine. 

2 I'd sing the precious blood he spilt, 
My ransom from the dreadful guilt 

Of sin and wrath divine; 
I'd sing his glorious righteousness, 
In which all-perfect, heavenly dress 

My soul shall ever shine. 

3 I'd sing the characters he bears, 
And all the forms of love he wears, 

Exalted on his throne ; 



PEAISE TO THE EISEN LOED. 291 

In loftiest songs of sweetest praise, 
I would to everlasting days 

Make all his glories known. 
4 Soon the delightful day will come, 
When my dear Lord will call me home, 

And I shall see his face ; 
Then with my Saviour, Brother, Friend, 
A blest eternity I'll spend, 
Triumphant in his grace. 

Rev. S. Medley (1738-1799.) 
-* 

*±\i Praise for Conversion. 83 & 7s. 

1 Hail ! my ever blessed Jesus, 

Only thee I wish to sing ; 
To my soul thy name is precious, 
Thou my Prophet, Priest, and King. 

2 Oh ! what mercy flows from heaven ! 

Oh, what joy and happiness ! 
Love I much? I'm much forgiven, 
I'm a miracle of grace. 

3 Once with Adam's race in ruin, 

Unconcerned in sin I lay ; 
Swift destruction still pursuing, 
Till my Saviour passed that way. 

4 Witness, all ye hosts of heaven, 

My Redeemer's tenderness ; 
Love I much? I'm much forgiven, 
I'm a miracle of grace. 

5 Shout, ye bright angelic choir, 

Praise the Lamb enthroned above ; 
Whilst astonished I admire 

God's free grace and boundless love. 



292 PEAISE TO THE E1SEN LOED. 

6 That blest moment I received him, 
Filled my soul with joy and peace ; 
Love I much? I'm much forgiven, 
I'm a miracle of grace. 

J. Wingrove (1720-1793.) 

414 Surrendering to Christ. 7s. D. 

1 People of the living God, 

I have sought the world around j 
Paths of sin and sorrow trod, 

Peace and comfort nowhere found. 
Now to you my spirit turns. 

Turns, a fugitive unblest ; 
Brethren, where your altar burns, 

Oh ! receive me into rest ! 

2 Lonely, I no longer roam. 

Like the cloud, the wind, the wave : 
Where you dwell shall be my home. 

Where you die shall be my grave. 
Mine the God whom you adore, 

Your Redeemer shall be mine ; 
Earth can fill my soul no more, 

Every idol I resign. 

3 Tell me not of gain or loss, 

Ease, enjoyment, pomp and power : 
Welcome poverty and cross, 

Shame, reproach, affliction's hour ; 
"Follow me; " I know thy voice ; 

Jesus, Lord, thy steps I see; 
Now I take thy yoke by choice ; 

Light, thy burden, now to me. 

J. Montgomery (1771-1854.) 



PEAISE TO THE EISEN LOED. 293 

41D Mounting in Triumph. 83 & 7 s, D. 

1 See the Conqueror mounts in triumph, 

See the King in royal state, 
Riding on the clouds his chariot 

To his heavenly palace gate ; 
Hark, the choirs of *angel voices, 

Joyful hallelujahs sing ; 
And the portals high are lifted, 

To receive their heavenly King. 

2 Who is this that comes in glory, 

With the trump of jubilee? 
Lord of battles, God of armies, 

He has gained the victory ; 
He who on the cross did suffer, 

He who from the grave arose, 
He has vanquished sin and Satan, 

He, by death, has spoiled his foes. 

3 Lift us up from earth to heaven, 

Give us wings of faith and love, 
Gales of holy aspiration 

Waf ting us to realms above ; 
That, with hearts and minds uplifted, 

We with Christ our Lord may dwell, 
Where he sits enthroned in glory 

In the heavenly citadel. 

4 So at last, when he appeareth, 

We from out our graves may spring, 
With our youth renewed like eagles', 

Flocking round our heavenly King, 
Caught up on the clouds of heaven, 

And may :meet him in the air, 
Rise to realms where he is reigning, 

And may reign forever there. 

Bp. Christopher Wordsworth .'1807-1 S85.) 



294 PEAISE TO THE EISEN LOED. 

^ifc> Redeeming Love. 7s. 

1 Now begin the heavenly theme 
Sing aloud in Jesus' name ; 

Ye who Jesus' kindness prove, 
Triumph in redeeming love. 

2 Ye who see the Father's grace 
Beaming in the Saviour's face, 
As to Canaan on ye move, 
Praise and bless redeeming love. 

3 Mourning souls, dry up your tears ; 
Banish all your guilty fears ; 

See your guilt and curse remove, 
Canceled by redeeming love. 

4 Hither, then, your music bring, 
Strike aloud each joyful string; 
Mortals, join the host above, 
Join to praise redeeming love. 

John Lang ford, 1751. 

417 King of Glory. 8s & 7s, D. 

1 Haek ! ten thousand harps and voices 

Sound the note of praise above ; 
Jesus reigns, and heaven rejoices; 

Jesus reigns, the God of love ; 
See, he sits on yonder throne ; 

Jesus rules the world alone. 

2 King of glory ! reign forever — 

Thine an everlasting crown ; 
Nothing, from thy love, shall sever 

Those whom thou hast made thine own ; 
Happy objects of thy grace, 

Destined to behold thy face. 



PEAISE TO THE EISEN LOED. 295 

3 Saviour ! hasten thine appearing ; 
Bring, oh, bring the glorious day, 
When, the awful summons hearing, 

Heaven and earth shall pass away ; — 
Then, with golden harps, we'll sing, — 
"Glory, glory to our King!" 

Rev. T. Kelly (1769-1855.) 

418 Doxology. 8s & ?s, D. 

Peaise the God of all creation ; 

Praise the Father's boundless love ; 
Praise the Lamb, our expiation, 

Priest and King enthroned above ; 
Praise the Fountain of salvation, 

Him by whom our spirits live ; 
Undivided adoration 

To the one Jehovah give. 

Rev. Josiah Conder (1789-1855.) 

4:l!f Christ Coming in Triumph. 8s & 7s, D. 

1 Cheist is coming ! Let creation 

Bid her groans and travail cease ; 
Let the glorious proclamation 
Hope restore, and faith increase. 

Come, Lord Jesus! 
Come, Thou blessed Prince of Peace ! 

2 Though once cradled in a manger, 

Oft no pillow but the sod ; 
Here an alien and a stranger, 
Mock'd of men, though Son of God, 

All creation 
Yet shall own thy kingly rod. 



296 LOYE TO CHKIST. 

3 Long thine exiles have been pining, 

Far from rest, and home, and thee ; 
But, in heavenly vestures shining ; 
They shall soon thy glory see. 

Come, Lord Jesus! 
Haste the joyous jubilee! 

4 With that blessed hope before us, 

Let no harp remain unstrung , 
Let the mighty advent-chorus 
Onward roll from tongue to tongue. 

Hallelujah! 
Come, Lord Jesus, quickly come. 

Rev. J R. McDuff (1818—.) 



420 



Jesus, Lord of all. C. M. 



1 All hail the power of Jesus' name ! 

Let angels prostrate fall ; 
Bring forth the royal diadem, 
And crown him Lord of all. 

2 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race, 

Ye ransomed from the fall ; 
Hail him who saves you by his grace, 
And crown him Lord of all. 

3 Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget 

The wormwood and the gall ; 
Go, spread youi trophies at his feet, 
And crown him Lord of all. 

4 Let every kindred, every tribe, 

On this terrestrial ball, 
To him all majesty ascribe, 
And crown him Lord of all. 



LOYE TO CHEIST. 297 

5 Oh ! that with yonder sacred throng. 
We at his feet may fall ! 
We'll join the everlasting song, 
And crown him Lord of all. 

Rev. Edward Perronet (1721-1792.) 

4/41 Cross and Crown. C. M. 

1 Must Jesus bear the cross alone, 

And all the world go free ? 
No, there's a cross for every one, 
And there's a cross for me. 

2 The consecrated cross I'll bear 

Till death shall set me free ; 
And then go home my crown to wear, 
For there's a crown for me, 

3 Upon the crystal pavement, down 

At Jesus' pierced feet, 
With joy I'll cast my golden crown, 
And his dear name repeat. 

4 O precious cross ! O glorious crown ! 

O resurrection day ! 
Ye angels, from the stars come down, 
And bear my soul away. 

Thos. Shepherd (1665-1739). 

422 Christ in us. L. M. 6 1. 

1 Is there a thing beneath the sun 

That strives with thee my heart to share? 
Ah ! tear it thence, and reign alone, 
The Lord of every motion there ; 
Then shall my heart from earth be free, 
When it hath found repose in thee. 



298 LOYE TO CHEIST. 

2 Oh! hide this self from me, that I 

No more, but Christ in me, may live ; 
My vile affections crucify, 

Nor let one darling lust survive ; 
In all things nothing may I see, 
Nothing desire or seek but thee. 

3 Each moment draw from earth away 

My heart, that lowly waits thy call : 
Speak to my inmost soul, and say, 

I am thy Love, thy God, thy all ; 
To feel thy power, to hear thy voice, 
To taste thy love, be all my choice. 

Gerhard of Tersteegen (1697-1769.) 
Tr. by John Wesley. 

4 23 Gloria Patri. L. M. 6 1. 

To God the Father, God the Son, 
And God the Spirit, Three in One, 
Be glory in the highest given, 
By all on earth, and all in heaven, 
As was through ages heretofore, 
Is now, and shall be evermore. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1718.) 

424 Before the Cross. 8s & 7s. 

1 Sweet the moments, rich in blessing, 

Which before the cross we spend ; 
Life, and health, and peace possessing. 
From the sinner's dying Friend. 

2 Here I'll sit, forever viewing 

Mercy flow in streams of blood ; 
Precious drops, my soul bedewing, 
Plead and claim my peace with God. 






LOVE TO CHEIST. 299 

3 Truly blessed is this station, 

Low before his cross to lie ; 

While I see divine compassion 

Beaming in his loving eye. 

4 Here it is I find my heaven, 

While upon the cross I gaze ; 
Love I much ; I'm much forgiven, 
I'm a miracle of grace. 

5 Love and grief my heart dividing, 

With my tears his feet I bathe ; 
Constant still in faith abiding, 
Life deriving from his death. 

Rev. James Allen (1734-1804.) 

4a& Repentance at the Cross. 83 & 7s. 

1 Jesus, full of all compassion, 

Hear thy humble suppliant's cry ; 
Let me know thy great salvation ; 
See, I languish, faint, and die. 

2 Guilty, but with heart relenting, 

Overwhelmed with helpless grief ; 
Prostrate, at thy feet repenting, 
Send, oh! send me quick relief! 

3 Whither should a wretch be flying, 

But to him who comfort gives ? 
Whither, from the dread of dying, 
But to him who ever lives ? 

4 While I view thee, wounded, grieving, 

Breathless, on the cursed tree, 
Fain I'd feel my heart believing 
That thou sufferedst thus for me. 



800 LOYE TO CHEIST. 

5 With thy righteousness and Spirit 

I am more than angels blest ; 
Heir with thee, all things inherit, 
Peace, and joy, and endless rest. 

6 Saved! — the deed shall spread new glory- 

Through the shining realms above ; 
Angels sing the pleasing story, 
All enraptured with thy love. 

Rev. Daniel Turner (1710-1798.) 

426 Christ my All. 8s & 4s. 

1 Jesus, my Saviour ! look on me, 

For I am weary and opprest ; 
I come to cast myself on thee : 
Thou art my Rest. 

2 Look down on me, for I am weak ; 

I feel the toilsome journey's length ; 
From thee almighty aid I seek : 
Thou art my Strength. 

3 I am bewildered on my way : 

Dark and tempestuous is the night ; 
Oh ! send thou forth some cheering ray ! 
Thou art my Light. 

4 Standing alone on Jordan's brink, 

In that tremendous, latest strife, 
Thou wilt not suffer me to sink : 
Thou art my Life. 

5 Thou wilt my every want supply, 

E'en to the end, whate'er befall ; 
Through life, in death, eternally, 
Thou art my All. 

Miss Charlotte Elliott (1789-1871.) 



LOYE TO CHEIST. 301 

i£§ Just as lam. L. M. 

1 Just as I am, without one plea, 
But that thy blood was shed for me, 
And that thou bidst me come to thee, 

O Lamb of God, I come. 

2 Just as I am, and waiting not 
To rid my soul of one dark blot, 

To thee, whose blood can cleanse each spot, 
O Lamb of God, I come. 

3 Just as I am, though tossed about 
With many a conflict, many a doubt, 
Fightings within, and fears without, 

O Lamb of God, I come. 

4 Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind, — 
Sight, riches, healing of the mind, 
Yea, all I need in thee to find, 

O Lamb of God, I come. 

5 Just as I am, thou wilt receive, 

Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve ; 
Because thy promise I believe, 
O Lamb of God, I come. 

6 Just as I am, for love unknown 
Has broken every barrier down ; 
Now to be thine, and thine alone, 

O Lamb of God, I come. 

Miss Charlotte Elliott (1789-1871.) 

i &o We would see Jesus. lis & 10s. 

1 We would see Jesus — for the shadows 
lengthen 
. Across this little landscape of our life ; 



302 LOVE TO CHKIST. 

We would see Jesus, our weak faith to 
strengthen 
For the last weariness— the final strife. 

2 We would see Jesus— the great Rock Foun- 

dation, 
Whereon our feet were set with sovereign 

grace ; 
Not life, nor death, with all their agitation, 
Can thence remove us, if we see his face. 

3 We would see Jesus— other lights are paling, 

Which for long years we have rejoiced to 
see; 
The blessings of our pilgrimage are failing, 
We would not mourn them for we go to 
thee. 

4 We would see Jesus — this is all we're need- 

ing, 
Strength, joy, and willingness come with 

the sight ; 
We would see Jesus, dying, risen, pleading, 
Then welcome day, and farewell mortal 

night! Anon., 1858. 

*±£& Faith in Jesus. 7s & 6s, D. 

1 I lay my sins on Jesus, 

The spotless Lamb of God ; 
He bears them all, and frees us 

From the accursed load ; 
I -bring my guilt to Jesus, 
To wash my crimson stains 
s White in his blood most precious. 
Till not a spot remains. 



LOYE TO OHEIST. 303 

2 I lay my wants on Jesus ; 
All fullness dwells in him ; 

He healeth my diseases, 

He doth my soul redeem ; 
I lay my griefs on Jesus, 

My burdens and my cares ; 
He from them all releases, 

He all my sorrows shares. 

3 I long to be like Jesus, 
Meek, loving, lowly, mild; 

I long to be like Jesus, 

The Father's holy child; 
I long to be with Jesus, 

Amid the heavenly throng, 
To sing with saints his praises, 

And learn the angel's song. 

Rev. Horatius Bonar (1808-1890.) 

430 I do believe. C. ML 

1 Forever here my rest shall be, 

Close to thy bleeding side ; 
This all my hope and all my plea — 
For me the Saviour died. 

2 My dying Saviour and my God, 

Fountain for guilt and sin, 
Sprinkle me ever with thy blood, 
And cleanse and keep me clean. 

3 Wash me, and make me thus thine own ; 

Wash me, and mine thou art; 

Wash me, but not my feet alone — 

My hands, my head, my heart. 

Rev. Chas. Wesley (1708-1788.) 



304 LOVE TO CHEIST. 

441 Jesus, lover of my soul. 7s, D. 

1 Jesus, lover of my soul ! 

Let me to thy bosom fly 
While the raging billows roll, 

While the tempest still is high ; 
Hide me, oh ! my Saviour hide, 

Till the storm of life is past ; 
Safe into the haven guide, 

Oh ! receive my soul at last. 

2 Other refuge have I none ; 

Hangs my helpless soul on thee ; 
Leave, ah! leave me not alone, 

Still support and comfort me ; 
All my trust on thee is stayed, 

All my help from thee I bring ; 
Cover my defenceless head 

With the shadow of thy wing. 

3 Thou, O Christ ! art all I want, 

All in all in thee I find ; 
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, 

Heal the sick and lead the blind ; 
Just and holy is thy name, 

I am all unrighteousness : 
Vile and full of sin I am, 

Thou art full of truth and grace. 

4 Plenteous grace with thee is found, 

Grace to pardon all my sin ; 
Let the healing streams abound, 

Make and keep me pure within : 
Thou of life the fountain art, 

Freely let me take of thee ; 



LOYE TO CHEIST. 305 

Spring thou up within my heart, 
Rise to all eternity. 

Rev. Charles Wesley (1708-1788.) 



Love to Christ. C. M. 



432 

1 To whom, my Saviour, shall I go, 

If I depart from thee, 
My guide through all this vale of woe, 
And more than life to me ? 

2 The world resists thine easy reign, 

And pays thy death with scorn; 
Oh ! they would plait thy crown again,. 
And sharpen every thorn. 

3 Bat I have felt thy dying love 

Steal sweetly through my heart, 
To whisper hope of joys above, — 
And can we ever part? 

4 Ah, no! with thee I'll walk below, 

My journey to the grave ; 
To whom, my Saviour, shall I go, 
When only thou canst save? 

Dr. William Maxwell (1784-1357.) 

*±00 Old things are passed aicay. C. Ml 

1 Let worldly minds the world pursue, 

It has no charms for me ; 

Once I admired its trifles too, 

But grace has set me free. 

2 Its pleasures now no longer please, 

No more content afford ; 
Far from my heart be joys like these, 
Now I have seen the Lord. 

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306 LOYE TO CHEIST. 

3 As by the light of opening day 

The stars are all concealed, 
So earthly pleasures fade away 
When Jesus is revealed. 

4 Creatures no more divide my choice, 

I bid them all depart; 
His name, and love, and gracious voice, 
Have fixed my roving heart. 

5 Now, Lord, I would be thine alone, 

And wholly live to thee ; 
Yet worthless still myself I own, 
Thy worth is all my plea. 

Rev. John Newton (1725-1807.) 

484 Psalm lxxi. C. M 

1 My Saviour, my almighty Friend ; 

When I begin thy praise, 
Where will the growing numbers end, — 
The numbers of thy grace? 

2 Thou art my everlasting trust ; 

Thy goodness I adore ,• 
And, since I knew thy graces first, 
I speak thy glories more. 

3 My feet shall travel all the length 

Of the celestial road ; 
And march, with courage in thy strength, 
To see my Father God. 

4 How will my lips rejoice to tell 

The victories of my King! 
My soul, redeemed from sin and hell, 
Shall thy salvation sing. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 



LOVE TO OHEIST. 30? 

4«>& An Unseen Saviour. C. ML 

1 Jesus, these eyes have never seen 

That radiant form of thine ; 
The veil of sense hangs dark between 
Thy blessed face and mine. 

2 I see thee not, I hear thee not, 

Yet art thou oft with me ; 
And earth hath ne'er so dear a spot, 
As where I meet with thee. 

3 Like some bright dream that comes unsought, 

When slumbers o'er me roll, 
Thine image ever fills my thought, 
And charms my ravished soul. 

4 Yet though I have not seen, and still 

Must rest in faith alone, 
I love thee, dearest Lord, and will, 
Unseen, but not unknown. 

5 When death these mortal eyes shall seal, 

And still this throbbing heart, 
The rending veil shall thee reveal, 
All glorious as thou art. 

Rev. Bay Palmer (1808-1887.) 

436 Love to Christ. C. M. 

1 How sweet the name of Jesus sounds 

In a believer's ear ! 
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, 
And drives away his fear. 

2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, 

And calms the troubled breast ; 
'Tis manna to the hungry soul, 
And to the weary, rest. 



308 LOVE TO CHEIST. 

3 Dear Name, the rock on which I build, 

My shield and hiding-place ; 
My never-failing treasury, filled 
With boundless stores of grace! 

4 Jesus, my Shepherd, Saviour, Friend, 

My Prophet, Priest, and King ; 
My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End, 
Accept the praise I bring. 

5 Weak is the effort of my heart, 

And cold my warmest thought ; 
But when I see thee as thou art, 
I'll praise thee as I ought. 

6 Till then I would thy love proclaim 

With every fleeting breath ; 
And may the music of thy name 
Refresh my soul in death. 

Rev. J. Newton (1725-1807.) 

4*57 Rejoicing in Christ. C. M. 

1 Oh ! for a thousand tongues to sing 

My dear Redeemer's praise ! 
The glories of my God and King, 
The triumphs of his grace. 

2 My gracious Master, and my God, 

Assist me to proclaim, 
To spread through all the earth abroad 
The honors of thy name. 

3 Jesus, the name that calms our fears, 

That bids our sorrows cease ; 
'Tis music in the sinner's ears ; 
'Tis life, and health, and peace. 



LOYE TO CHEIST. 309 

4 He breaks the power of reigning sin, 

He sets the prisoner free ; 
His blood can make the foulest clean, 
His blood availed for me. 

5 Let us obey • we then shall know, 

Shall feel our sins forgiven, 
Anticipate our heaven below, 
And own that love is heaven. 

Rev. Chas. Wesley (1708-1788.) 

4 elo The mystery of grace. CM. 

1 In evil long I took delight, 

Unawed by shame or fear, 
Till a new object struck my sight, 
And stopped my wild career. 

2 I saw One hanging on a tree 

In agony and blood ; 
Who fixed his languid eyes on me, 
As near the cross I stood. 

3 Sure, never, till my latest breath, 

Can I forget that look; 
It seemed to charge me with his death, 
Though not a word he spoke. 

4 Alas! I knew not what I did, — 

But now my tears are vain ; 
Where shall my trembling soul be hid ? 
For I the Lord have slain. 

5 A second look he gave, that said, 

1 ' I freely all forgive ; 
This blood is for thy ransom paid ; 
I die that thou may'st live." 



310 LOVE TO CHEIST. 

6 Thus while his death my sin displays 
. In all its blackest hue, 
Such is the mystery of grace, 
It seals my pardon too. 

Rev. John Xewtcn (1725-1807.) 

439 Not Ashamed of Christ. C. M. 

1 I'm not ashamed to own my Lord, 

Nor to defend his cause, 
Maintain the honor of his word, 
The glory of his cross. 

2 Jesus, my God, I know his name, 

His name is all my trust ; 
Nor will he put my soul to shame , 
Nor let my hope he lost. 

3 Firm as his throne his promise stands, 

And he can well secure 
What I've committed to his hands 
Till the decisive hour. 

4 Then will he own my worthless name 

Before his Father's face, 

And in the new Jerusalem 

Appoint my soul a place. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 

440 We have left all 8s & 7e, D. 

1 Jesus, I my cross have taken, 
All to leave and follow thee ; 
Naked, poor, despised, forsaken, 
Thou, from hence, my all shalt be. 






LOYE TO CHEIST. 311 

Let the world neglect and leave me ; 

They have left my Saviour too ; 
Human hopes have oft deceived me ; 

Thou art faithful, thou art true. 
Perish, earthly fame and treasure, 

Come, disaster, scorn, and pain ; 
In thy service, pain is pleasure ; 

With thy favor, loss is gain. 
Oh! 'tis not in grief to harm me ! 

While thy bleeding love I see; 
Oh! 'tis not in joy to charm me! 

When that love is hid from me. 

Rev. Henry Francis Lyte (1793-1847.) 

44 1 The Friend of Sinners. 8s & 7s. 

1 One there is above all others 

Well deserves the name of Friend ; 
His is love beyond a brother's, 
Costly, free, and knows no end. 

2 Which of all our friends to save us 

Could or would have shed his blood ? 
But our Saviour died, to have us 
Reconciled in him to God. 

3 When he lived on earth, abased, 

Friend of sinners was his name ; 
Now, above all glory raised, 
He rejoices in the same. 

4 Oh ! for grace our hearts to soften ! 

Teach us, Lord! at length to love ; 
We, alas ! forget too often 
What a Friend we have above. 

Rev. John Newton (1725-1807.) 



312 LOYE TO CHEIST. 

Wit Galilean King. 8s k 7s, D. 

1 Galilean King and Prophet ! 

Thou who once bestrode the sea, 
Come across the troubled waters, 

Come, and bid our sorrows flee : 
Let us hear the mighty mandate 

Of thine own resistless will ; 
Calling calmness o'er the tempest, 

Let us hear thy " peace be still." 

2 Galilean King and Shepherd, 

Who thy flock didst gently lead 
Through the fields and by the seaside, 

Now thy sheep on mercies feed. 
In the mountains and the desert, 

As the thousands followed thee, 
We, the hungry, press the nearest, 

For thy bounty, full and free. 

3 Galilean King and Healer ! 

There are many waiting here, 
Waiting with their wounded spirits, 

Speaking but with sigh or tear : 
Wilt thou guide thy white- winged vessel 

Toward the sorrow-shaded strand ? 
Come, and give new Mfe and blessing; 

Touch us with thy tender hand. 

4 Galilean King and Saviour! 

Here we crave thy pardoning grace : 
Wilt thou not forgive us freely 

As we kneel before thy face ? 
Cleansing, righteousness, adoption, 

And renewing from thy love 



LOYE TO CHRIST. '613 

Give us all, that we may serve thee, 
'Till we find our rest above. 

Rev. Robert P. Kerr, 1891. 

44«5 At the door of mercy. 8s & 7s, D. 

1 At the door of mercy, sighing 

With the burden of my sin, 
Day and night my soul is crying, 

" Open Lord, and let me in." 
Waiting 'mid the darkness dreary, 

Stretching out my hands to thee, 
In the refuge for the weary 

Is there not a place for me ? 

2 Hark ! what sounds mine ear receiveth, 

Sweet as songs of seraphim ! 
1 ' He that in the Lord believeth 

Life eternal hath in him." 
At the outer door, why staying? 

Nothing, soul! hast thou to pay: 
Christ in love to thee is saying, 

" Weary child come in to-day." 

•Thomas Mackellar (1812—.) 

444 Not Ashamed of Christ. L. M. 

1 Jesus, and shall it ever be 

A mortal man ashamed of thee ? 
Ashamed of thee, whom angels praise, 
Whose glories shine through endless days ? 

2 Ashamed of Jesus ! sooner far 
Let evening blush to own a star ; 
He sheds the beams of light divine 
O'er this benighted soul of mine. 



314 LOVE TO OHEIST. 

3 Ashamed of Jesus ! Just as soon 
Let midnight be ashamed of noon ; 
'Tis midnight with my soul till he, 
Bright Morning Star, bid darkness flee. 

4 Ashamed of Jesus ! that dear Friend 
On whom my hopes of heaven depend ! 
No, when I blush, be this my shame, 
That I no more revere his name. 

5 Ashamed of Jesus ! Yes, I may, 
When I've no guilt to wash away, 
No tear to wipe, no good to crave, 
No fears to quell, no soul to save. 

6 Till then — nor is my boasting vain — 
Till then I boast a Saviour slain : 
And oh ! may this my glory be, 
That Christ is not ashamed of me. 

Rev. Joseph Grigg (1720-1768.) 

44^ Crucifixion by tJie Cross. L. H. 

1 When I survey the wondrous cross, 

On which the Prince of glory died, 
My richest gain I count but loss, 
And pour contempt on ail my pride. 

2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, 

Save in the death of Christ, my God ; 
All the vain things that charm me most, 
I sacrifice them to his blood. 

3 See, from his head, his hands, his feet, 

Sorrow and love flow mingled down ; 
"Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, 
Or thorns compose so rich a crown ? 



LOVE TO CHEIST. 315 

4 His dying crimson, like a robe, 

Spreads o'er Ms body on the tree ; 
Then am I dead to all the globe, 
And all the globe is dead to me. 

5 Were the whole realm of nature mine, 

That were a present far too small ; 
Love so amazing, so divine, 
Demands my soul, my life, my all. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 

446 Thy Face will I Seek. S. M. 

1 I hear thy welcome voice, 

That calls me, Lord, to thee; 
For cleansing in thy precious blood, 
That flowed on Calvary. 

2 Though coming weak and vile, 

Thou dost my strength assure ; 
Thou dost my vileness fully cleanse, 
Till spotless all, and pure. 

S 'Tis Jesus calls me on 

To perfect faith and love, 
To perfect hope, and peace, and trust, 
For earth and heaven above. 

4 'Tis Jesus who confirms 

The blessed work within, 
By adding grace to welcomed grace, 
Where reigned the power of sin. 

5 And he the witness gives 

To loyal hearts and free, 
That every promise is fulfilled, 
If faith but brings the plea. 



316 LOYE TO CHEIST. 

6 All hail! atoning blood ! 

All hail ! redeeming grace ! 
All hail ! the gift of Christ, our Lord, 
Our Strength and Righteousness. 

Lewis Hartsough (1828 — .) 



44 J Giving Ourselves Away. L. M* 

1 Oh ! sweetly breathe the lyres above, 

When angels touch the quivering string, 
And wake, to chant ImmanuePs love, 
Such strains as angel-lips can sing. 

2 And sweet on earth the choral swell, 

From mortal tongues, of gladsome lays, 
When pardoned souls their raptures tell, 
And, grateful, hymn Immanuel's praise. 

3 Jesus, thy name our souls adore ; 

We own the bond that makes us thine : 
And carnal joys, that charmed before, 
For thy dear sake we now resign. 

4 Our hearts, by dying love, subdued, 

Accept thine offered grace to-day ; 
Beneath the cross, with blood bedewed, 
We bow and give ourselves away. 

5 In thee we trust, on thee rely ; 

Though we are feeble, thou art strong ; 
Oh! keep us till our spirits fly 
To join the bright immortal throng. 

Rev. Ray Palmar (1808-1887.) 



LOVE TO CHEIST. 317 

4t4o Union with the Church. L. M. 

1 O happy day, that fixed my choice 

On thee, ray Saviour and my God ! 
Well may this glowing heart rejoice, 
And tell its raptures all abroad. 
Ref. — Happy day, happy day, 

Here in thy courts we'll gladly stay, 
And at thy footstool humbly pray 
That thou wouldst take our sins away : 
Happy day, happy day, 
When Christ shall wash our sins away. 

2 O happy bond, that seals my vows 

To him who merits all my love ! 
Let cheerful anthems fill his house, 
While to that sacred shrine I move. 
Ref. — Happy day, happy day, etc. 

3 'Tis done ! — the great transaction's done > 

I am my Lord's, and he is mine ! 
He drew me, and I followed on, 

Charmed to confess the voice divine. 
Ref. — Happy day, happy day, etc. 

4 Now rest, my long-divided heart, 

Fixed on this blissful centre, rest: 
With ashes who would grudge to part, 
When called on angel's bread to feast ? 
Ref. — Happy day, happy day, etc. 

5 High heaven, that heard the solemn vow, 

That vow renewed shall daily hear ; 
Till in life's latest hour I bow, 
And bless in death a bond so dear. 

Ref. — Happy day, happy day, etc. 
Rev. Philip Doddridge (1702-175L) 



318 LOVE TO CHEIST. 

44" Jesus Christ, the Crucified. 7s, 6 1. 

1 Ask ye what great thing I know 
That delights and stirs me so ? 
What the high reward I win ? 
Whose the name I glory in? 

Jesus Christ, the crucified. 

2 What is faith's foundation strong ? 
What awakes my lips to song? 
He who bore my sinful load, 
Purchased for me peace with God, 

Jesus Christ, the crucified. 

3 Who defeats my fiercest foes ? 
Who consoles my saddest woes ? 
Who revives my fainting heart, 
Healing all its hidden smart ? 

Jesus Christ, the crucified. 

4 Who is life in life to me ? 

Who the death of death will be? 
Who will place me on his right, 
With the countless hosts of light ? 
Jesus Christ, the crucified. 

5 This is that great thing I know; 
This delights and stirs me so ; 
Faith in him, who died to save, 
Him who triumphed o'er the grave, 

Jesus Christ, the crucified. 

Rev. B. H. Kennedy, 1804. 

450 Plunged in a Gulf. C. M. 

1 Plunged in a gulf of dark despair, 
We wretched sinners lay, 
Without one cheering beam of hope, 
Or spark of glimmering day. 



LOVE TO CHRIST. 319 

2 With pitying eyes the Prince of grace 

Beheld our helpless grief ; 
He saw, — and oh! amazing love! — 
He ran to our relief. 

3 Down from the shining seats above, 

With joyful haste he fled, 
Entered the grave in mortal flesh, 
And dwelt among the dead. 

4 Oh ! for this love let rocks and hills 

Their lasting silence break ; 
And all harmonious human tongues 
The Saviour's praises speak. 

5 Angels, assist our mighty joys; 

Strike all your harps of gold ; 
But when you raise your highest notes, 
His love can ne'er be told. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 

451 The Pilgrim. 8s & 7s, D. 

1 Gently, Lord, oh! gently lead us 

Through this lonely vale of tears ; 
Through the changes thou'st decreed us,, 

Till our last great change appears. 
When temptation's darts assail us, 

When in devious paths we stray, 
Let thy goodness never fail us, 

Lead us in thy perfect way. 

2 In the hour of pain and anguish, 

In the hour when death draws near, 
Suffer not our hearts to languish, 
Suffer not our souls to fear. 



320 LOYE TO CHEIST. 

And when mortal life is ended, 

Bid us in thine arms to rest, 
Till, by angel bands attended, 

We awake among the blest. 

Thomas Hastings (1784-1872.) 

452 Praise to Christ 8s & 7s, D 

1 Loed of every land and nation, 

Ancient of eternal days, 
Sounded through the wide creation, 

Be thy just and awful praise. 
For the grandeur of thy nature, 

Grand beyond a seraph's thought; 
For created works of power, 

Works with skill and kindness wrought. 

2 For thy providence, that governs 

Through thine empire's wide domain; 
Wings an angel, guides a sparrow ; 

Blessed be thy gentle reign.. 
Brightness of the Father's glory, 

Shall thy praise unuttered lie ? 
Fly, my tongue, such guilty silence ; 

Sing the Lord, who came to die. 

Robert Robinson (1735-1790.) 

453 T Bless the Christ of God. S. M. 

1 I bless the Christ of God ; 

I rest on love divine ; 
And with unfaltering lip and heart 
I call this Saviour mine. 

2 His cross dispels each doubt ; 

I bury in his tomb 
Each thought of unbelief and fear, 
Each lingering shade of gloom. 



LOVE TO CHRIST. 321 

3 I praise the God of grace ; 

I trust his truth and might ; 

He calls me nis, I call him mine, 

My God, my Joy, my Light. 

4 'Tis he who saveth me, 

And freely pardon gives ; 
I love because he loveth me, 
I live because he lives. 

5 My life with him is hid, 

My death has passed away, 
My clouds have melted into light, 
My midnight into day. 

Rev. Hot alius Bonar (1808-1890.) 



454 



Thou skalt call his name Jesus. 7a* 

1 Jesus ! name of wondrous love ! 
Name all other names above ! 
Unto which must every knee 
Bow in deep humility. 

2 Jesus ! name of priceless worth 
To the fallen sons of earth, 
For the promise that it gave — 
"Jesus shall his people save." 

3 Jesus ! name of mercy mild, 
Given to the Holy Child, 
When the cup of human woe 
First he tasted here below. 

4 Jesus! only name that's given 
Under all the mighty heaven, 
Whereby man, to sin enslaved, 
Bursts his fetters, and is saved. 

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322 LOVE TO OHEIST. 

5 Jesus ! name of wondrous love f 
Human name of God above ! 
Pleading only this, we flee, 
Helpless, oh! our God, to thee. 

Bp. W. W. How (1823 — .) 

4e)t) lam not uorthy. lit 

1 I am not worthy, Holy Lord, 

That thou shouldst come to me ; 
Speak but the word ; one gracious word 
Can set the sinner free. 

2 I am not worthy ; cold and bare 

The lodging of my soul ; 
How canst thou deign to enter there ? 
Lord, speak, and make me whole. 

3 I am not worthy; yet, my God, 

How can I say thee nay ; 
Thee, who didst give thy flesh and blood 
My ransom-price to pay ? 

4 Oh! come! in this sweet morning hour 

Feed me with food divine ; 
And fill with all thy love and power 
This worthless heart of mine. 

Sir H. W. Baker (1821-1877.) 

456 Christ the object of love. C. M. 

1 Jestjs, I love thy charming name, 
'Tis music to mine ear ; 
Fain would I sound it out so loud 
That earth and heaven should hear. 



LOVE TO OHEIST. OZi 

2 Yes, thou art precious to my soul, 

My joy, my hope, my trust; 
Jewels, to thee, are gaudy toys, 
And gold is sordid dust. 

3 All my capacious powers can wish, 

In thee most richly meet ; 
Nor to mine eyes is light so dear, 
Nor friendship half so sweet. 

4 Thy grace still dwells upon my heart, 

And sheds its fragrance there ; 
The noblest balm of all its wounds, 
The cordial of its care. 

5 I'll speak the honors of thy name, 

With my last laboring breath ; 
Then speechless clasp thee in mine arms, 
The antidote of death. 

Rev. P. Doddridge (1702-1751.) 



Love to Christ. C. MT- 






457 

1 Do not I love thee, oh ! my Lord? 
Behold my heart, and see ; 
And turn each hateful rival out, 
That dares to rival thee. 

Do not I love thee from my soul ? 

Then let me nothing love ; 
Dead be my heart to every joy 

Which thou dost not approve. 

8 Hast thou a lamb in all thy flock 
I would disdain to feed ? 
Hast thou a foe, before whose face 
I fear t*>v cause to plead ? 



324 LOVE TO CHRIST. 

4 Thou knowest I love thee, dearest Lord ? 
But oh ! I long to soar 
Far from the sphere of mortal joys, 
That I may love thee more. 

Rev. P. Doddridge (1702-1751.) 
458 Joy in Christ. C. M, 

1 Jesus, the very thought of thee 

With gladness fills my breast; 
But dearer far thy face to see, 
And in thy presence rest. 

2 Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame, 

Nor can the memory find, 
A sweeter sound than thy blest name, 
O Saviour of mankind ! 

3 Oh ! hope of every contrite heart, 

Oh! joy of all the meek, 
To those who fall, how kind thou art, 
How good to those who seek ! 

4 And they who find thee, find a bliss 

Nor tongue nor pen can show; 
The love of Jesus ! — what it is, 
None but his loved ones know. 

Bernard of Clairvaux (1091-1153.) 
Tr. oy Rev. Edward Caswall (1814-1878.) 



459 



We saw thee not. L. M. 6 1- 



We saw thee not when thou didst come 
To this poor world of sin and death, 

Nor e'er beheld thy humble home 
In that despised Nazareth ; 

But we believe thy footsteps trod 

Its streets and plains, thou Son of God. 



LOYE TO CHEIST. '325 

2 We did not see thee lifted high 

When foes were many, friends were few. 
Nor heard thy meek, imploring cry, 

"Forgive, they know not what they do " : 
Yet we believe the deed was done, 
Which shook the earth and veiled the sun. 

3 We stood not by the empty tomb 

Where once thy sacred body lay, 
Nor sat within that upper room. 

Nor met thee in the open way; 
But we believe that angels said. 
* ■ Why seek the living with the dead ? " 

4 We did not mark the chosen few, 

When thou didst through the clouds as- 
cend, 
First lift to heaven their wondering view, 

Then to the earth all prostrate bend ; 
Yet we believe that mortal eyes 
Beheld that journey to the skies. 

5 And now that thou dost reign on high, 

And thence thy waiting people bless, 
No ray of glory from the sky 

Doth shine upon our wilderness ! 
But we believe thy faithful word, 
And trust in our redeeming Lord. 

J.H Gurney (1802-1862.) 

4b0 Jesus only. 8s & 7s. 

1 Jesus only, when the morning 
Beams upon the path I tread ; 
Jesus only, when the darkness 
Gathers round my weary head. 



326 LOYE TO CHEIST. 

2 Jesus only, when the billows 
Cold and sullen o'er me roll ! 
Jesus only, when the trumpet 
Rends the tomb and wakes the soul. 

•3 Jesus only, when adoring 

Saints their crowns before him bring ; 
Jesus only, I will, joyous, 
Through eternal ages sing. 

Rev. Elias Xason (1811—.) 

461 Christ in the midst. S. M. 

1 Jesus, we look to thee, 

Thy promised presence claim ; 
Thou in the midst of us shall be, 
Assembled in thy name. 

2 Thy name salvation is, 

Which here we come to prove ; 
Thy name is life, and health, and peace, 
And everlasting love. 

3 Present we know thou art, 

But, oh ! thyself reveal ; 
Now, Lord, let every longing heart 
The mighty comfort feel. 

-4 Oh ! may thy quickening voice 
The death of sin remove ; 
And bid our inmost souls rejoice 
In hope of perfect love ! 

Rev. Charles Wesley (1708-1788.) 






LOYE TO CHEIST. 327 

462 Light of the world. 8s & 7s. 

1 Light of those whose dreary dwelling 

Borders on the shades of death, 
Come, and by thy love revealing, 
Dissipate the clouds beneath. 

2 The new heaven and earth's Creator. 

In our deepest darkness rise, 

Scattering all the night of nature, 

Pouring light upon our eyes. 

3 Still we wait for thine appearing; 

Life and joy thy beams impart, 
Chasing all our fears, and cheering 
Every poor benighted heart. 

4 Come, and manifest the favor 

God hath for our ransomed race ; 

Come, thou glorious God and Saviour, 

Come, and bring the gospel-grace. 

Rev. Charles Wesley (1708-1788.) 

ffio We are watching. 8s & 7s. 

1 We are watching, we are waiting, 

For the bright prophetic day ; 
When the shadows, weary shadows, 
From the world shall roll away. 

2 We are watching, we are waiting, 

For the star that brings the day ; 
When the night of sin shall vanish, 
And the shadows melt away. 



328 LOTE TO CHEIST. 

3 We are watching, we are waiting, 
For the beauteous King of day; 
For the Chiefest of ten-thousand, 
For the Light, the Truth, the Way. 

W. O. Cushing (1813—.) 



464 



Jesus is mine. 6s & is. 



1 Fade, fade, each earthly joy; 

Jesus is mine. 
Break every tender tie ; 

Jesus is mine. 
Dark is the wilderness, 
Earth has no resting-place, 
Jesus alone can bless ; 

Jesus is mine. 

2 Tempt not my soul away ; 

Jesus is mine. 
Here would I ever stay ; 

Jesus is mine. 
Perishing things of clay, 
Born but for one brief day, 
Pass from my heart away ; 

Jesus is mine. 

3 Farewell, ye dreams of night ; 

Jesus is mine. 
Lost in this dawning bright, 

Jesus is mine. 
All that my soul has tried, 
Left but a dismal void ; 
Jesus has satisfied ; 

Jesus is mine. 



LOTE TO CHEIST. 32& 

4 Farewell, mortality; 
Jesus is mine. 
"Welcome, eternity; 
Jesus is mine. 
Welcome, oh ! loved and blest, 
Welcome, sweet scenes of rest, 
Welcome, my Saviour's breast ; 
Jesus is mine. 

Mrs. Horatius Bonar (1821-1884) 

465 More Love to Thee. 6s & 4s. 

1 More love to thee, O Christ! 

More love to thee ! 
Hear thou the prayer I make 

On bended knee ; 
This is my earnest plea : 
More love, O Christ! to thee, 

More love to thee I 

2 Once earthly joy I craved, 

Sought peace and rest ; 
Now thee alone I seek — 

Give what is best ; 
This all my prayer shall be : 
More love, O Christ! to thee, 

More love to thee! 

3 Let sorrow do its work, 

Send grief and pain ; 
Sweet are thy messengers, 

Sweet their refrain, 
When they can sing with me, 
More love, O Christ ! to thee f 

More love to thee! 



330 LOYE TO CHKIST. 

4 Then shall my latest breath 
Whisper thy praise ; 
This be the parting cry 
My heart shall raise, 
This still its prayer shall be : 
More love, O Christ ! to thee, 
More love to thee ! 

Mrs. Elizabeth P. Prentiss (1819-1378.) 



466 



I follow Thee. 6s & 4a. 

1 Savioue ! I follow on, 

Guided by thee, 
Seeing not yet the hand 

That leadeth me ; 
Hushed be my heart, and still, 
Fear I no further ill, 
Only to meet thy will 

My will shall be. 

2 Riven the rock for ma 

Thirst to relieve, 
Manna from heaven falls 

Fresh every eve ; 
Never a want severe 
Causeth my eye a tear, 
But thou art whispering near : 

" Only believe." 

8 Often to Marah's brink 
Have I been brought ; 
Shrinking the cup to drink, 
Help I have sought ; 



LOYE TO CHEIST. 331 

And with the prayer's ascent 
Jesus the branch has rent ;. 
Quickly relief he sent, 
Sweetening the draught. 

4 Saviour ! I long to walk 
Closer with thee ; 
Led by thy guiding hand, 

Ever to be 
Constantly near thy side, 
Quickened and purified, 
Living for him who died 
Freely for me ! 

Rev. C. S. Rooinson, 1829. 

467 Doxology. L. MT. 

Peaise God, from whom all blessings flow ; 
Praise him, all creatures here below ; 
Praise him above, ye heavenly host; 
Praise Father, Son, and Holy G-host. 

Bp. Thomas Ken (1637-1711.) 

4:00 The Everlasting Arms. 7s.. 

1 Eveelasting arms of love 
Are beneath, around, above ; 
He who left his throne of light, 
And unnumbered angels bright; — 

2 He who on the accursed tree 
Gave his precious life for me ; 
He it is that bears me on ; 
His the arm I lean upon. 

3 All things hasten to decay, 
Earth and sea will pass away ; 



332 LOVE TO CHEIST. 

Soon will yonder circling sun 
Cease his blazing course to run. 
4 Scenes will vary, friends grow strange, 
But the Changeless cannot change ; 
Gladly will I journey on, 
With his arm to lean upon. 

Rev. J. R. Macduff (1818 — .) 

4uJf Doxology. 7s. 

Sing we to our God above, 
Praise eternal as his love ; 
Praise him, all ye heavenly host — 
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 

Rev. Charles Wesley (1708-1788.) 

470 Peace, he Still. 8s & 3s. 

1 Fiekce raged the tempest o'er the deep, 
Watch did thine anxious servants keep, 
But thou wast wrapped in guileless sleep, 

Calm and still. 

2 " Save, Lord, we perish," was their cry, 
" Oh! save us in our agony! " 

Thy word above the storm rose high, 
4 'Peace, be still." 

2 The wild winds hushed ; the angry deep 
Sank, like a little child, to sleep ; 
The sullen billows ceased to leap, 
At thy will. 
4 So, when our life is clouded o'er, 

And storm-winds drift us from the shore, 
Say, lest we sink to rise no more, 
"Peace, be still." 

Rev. Godfrey Thring (1823 — .) 



LOYE TO CHRIST. 333 

47 1 Communion with Christ. CM. 

1 Jesus, my Saviour, bind me fast, 
In cords of heavenly love 
Then sweetly draw me to thy breast, 
Nor let me thence remove. 
% Draw me from all created good, 
From self, the world and sin ; 
To the dear fountain of thy blood, 
And make me pure within. 
S Oh! lead me to thy mercy-seat, 
Attract me nearer still ; 
Draw me, like Mary, to thy feet, 
To sit and learn thy will. 
4 Oh ! draw me by thy providence, 
Thy Spirit and thy word, 
From all the things of time and sense. 
To thee, my gracious Lord. 

Rev. Charles Wesley (1708-1788.) 

47-Z Remember me. CM* 

1 Jesus! thou art the sinner's Friend; 

As such I look to thee ; 
Now, in the fullness of thy love, 

Lord! remember me. 

2 Remember thy pure word of grace, — 

Remember Calvary; 
Remember all thy dying groans, 
And, then, remember me. 

3 Thou wondrous Advocate with God! 

1 yield myself to thee : 

While thou art sitting on thy throne, 
Dear Lord! remember me. 



334 INVITATIONS. 

4 Lord ! I am guilty, I am vile, 

But thy salvation's free ; 
Then, in thine all-abounding grace,. 
Dear Lord! remember me. 

5 And, when I close my eyes in death, 

When creature-helps all flee, 
Then, oh! my dear Redeemer-God! 
I pray, remember me. 

Rev. R. Burnham (1749-1810.) 



478 



From the Cross. 7s, 6 L 



1 Fkom the cross uplifted high, 
Where the Saviour deigns to die, 
What melodious sounds I hear, 
Bursting on my ravished ear! 
Love's redeeming work is done. 
Come and welcome, sinner, come. 

2 Sprinkled now with blood the throne ; 
Why beneath thy burdens groan? 

On my pierced body laid, 
Justice owns the ransom paid ; 
Bow the knee and kiss the Son, 
Come and welcome, sinner, come. 

3 Spread for thee the festal board, 
See, with richest dainties stored; 
To thy Father's bosom press' d, 
Yet again a child confess'd, 
Never from his house to roam, 
Come and welcome, sinner, come. 

4 Soon the days of life will end, 

Lo! I come, your Saviour, Friend! 



INVITATIOXS. ddO 

Safe your spirits to convey 
To the realms of endless day ; 
Up to my eternal home, 
Come and welcome, sinner, come. 

Rev. Thomas Haweis (1732-1820.) 

Doxology. 

Peaise the name of God most high, 
Praise him, all below the sky, 
Praise him, all ye heavenly host, 
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost; 
As through countless ages past, 
Evermore his praise shall last. 

i i4t Yet there is room. 10s, 63 & 4s. 

1 " Yet there is room! " The Lamb's bright 

hall of song, 
With its fair glory, beckons thee along ; 
Room, room, still room ! 
Oh, enter, enter now ! 

2 Day is declining, and the sun is low ; 

The shadows lengthen, light makes haste 
to go. 

3 The bridal hall is filling for the feast; 
Pass in, pass in, and be the Bridegroom's 

guest. 

4 It fills, it fills, that hall of jubilee : 

Make haste, make haste ; 'tis not too full 
for thee. 

5 "Yet there is room!" Still open stands 

the gate, 
The gate of love; it is not yet too late. 



336 INVITATIONS. 

6 Pass in, pass in! The banquet is for thee; 
That cup of everlasting love is free. 

7 All heaven is there, all joy! Go in, go in; 
The angels beckon thee the prize to win. 

8 Louder and sweeter sounds the loving call ; 
Come, lingerer, come! enter that festal hall! 

Rev. Horatius Bonar (1808-1890.) 

475 Just as Thou Art. L. M. 

1 Just as thou art, without one trace 
Of love, or joy, or inward grace, 
Or meetness for the heavenly place, 

Oh! guilty sinner, come, oh! come. 

2 Thy sins I bore on Calvary's tree ; 
The stripes, thy due, were laid on me, 
That peace and pardon might be free ; 

Oh ! wretched sinner, come, oh ! come. 

3 Come, leave thy burden at the cross, 
Count all thy gains but empty dross: 
My grace repays all earthly loss ; 

Oh ! needy sinner, come, oh ! come. 

Rev. Russell Sturgis Cook (1814-1864.) 

4 4 O Psalm lxxxviii. L. M. 

1 While life prolongs its precious light, 

Mercy is found and peace is given ; 
But soon, ah, soon! approaching night 
Shall blot out every hope of heaven. 

2 While God invites, how blest the day ! 

How sweet the gospel's charming sound I 



INVITATIONS. 337 

Come, sinners, haste, oh ! haste away, 
While yet a pardoning- God he's found. 

3 Soon, borne on time's most rapid wing, 

Shall death command you to the grave, 
Before his bar your spirits bring, 
And none be found to hear or save. 

4 In that lone land of deep despair 

No Sabbath's heavenly light shall rise ; 
No God regard your bitter prayer, 
Nor Saviour call you to the skies. 

Rev. T. Divight (1752-1817.) 

4:4 • Invitation to the heavy -laden. L. ML 

1 Come hither, all ye weary souls, 

Ye heavy-laden sinners, come ; 
I'll give you rest from all your toils, 
And raise you to my heavenly home. 

2 They shall find rest that learn of me ; 

I'm of a meek and lowly mind ; 
But passion rages like the sea, 
And pride is restless as the wind. 

3 Blest is the man whose shoulders take 

My yoke, and bear it with delight ; 
My yoke is easy to his neck, 

My grace shall make the burden light. 

4 Jesus, we come at thy command, 

With faith, and hope, and humble zeal ; 
Resign our spirits to thy hand, 

To mould and guide us at thy will. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 
22 



338 INVITATIONS. 

4: • o All things are now ready. L Ml 

1 Come, weary souls, with sin distrest, 
Come, and accept the promised rest ; 
The Saviour's gracious call obey, 
And cast your gloomy fears away. 

2 Oppressed with guilt, a painful load, 
Oh ! come and bow before your God ! 
Divine compassion, mighty love, 
Will all that painful load remove. 

3 Here mercy's boundless ocean flows 

To cleanse your guilt and heal your woes ; 
Pardon, and life, and endless peace ; 
How rich the gift, how free the grace ! 

4 Lord, we accept, with thankful heart, 
The hope thy gracious words impart; 
We come with trembling, yet rejoice, 
And bless the kind, inviting voice. 

Miss Anne Steele (1717-1778.) 

419 Glory to God. 12s. 

1 The voice of free grace cries, "Escape to 
the mountain ; 
For Adam's lost race Christ hath opened a 

fountain : 
For sin and uncleanness and every trans- 
gression, 
JHis blood flows most freely in streams of 
salvation." 

Hallelujah to the Lamb, who has 

purchased our pardon ! 
We will praise him again when we 
jpass over Jordan. 



INVITATIONS. 339 

2 Now glory to God in the highest is given; 
Now glory to God is re-echoed in heaven ; 
Around the whole earth let us tell the glad 

story, 
And sing of his love, his salvation, and 
glory. 

Hallelujah to the Lamb, etc. 

3 O Jesus, ride on, — thy kingdom is glorious: 
O'er sin, death, and hell thou wilt make us 

victorious ; 

Thy name shall be praised in the great con- 
gregation, 

And saints shall ascribe unto thee their sal- 
vation. 

Hallelujah to the Lamb, etc. 

4 When on Zion we stand, having gained the 

blest shore, 
With our harps in our hands, we will praise 

evermore ; 
We'll range the blest fields on the banks of 

the river, 
And sing of redemption forever and ever. 
Hallelujah to the Lamb, etc. 

Rev. Richard Burdsall (1735-182L) 



Come, humble sinner. C. M. 



480 

1 Come, humble sinner, in whose breast 

A thousand thoughts revolve ; 
Come, with your guilt and fear oppressed, 
And make this last resolve : 

2 "I'll go to Jesus, though my sin 

High as a mountain rose ; 



1340 INVITATIONS. 

I know his courts, I'll enter in, 
Whatever may oppose. 

3 " Prostrate I'll lie before his throne, 

And there my guilt confess ; 

I'll tell him I'm a wretch undone 

Without his sovereign grace. 

4 "I'll to the gracious King approach, 

Whose sceptre pardon gives ; 
Perhaps he may command my touch, 
And then the suppliant lives. 

& " Perhaps he will admit my plea, 
Perhaps will hear my prayer ; 
But if I perish, I will pray, 
And perish only there. 

6 " I can but perish if I go ; 
I am resolved to try ; 
For if I stay away, I know 
I must for ever die." 

Rev. Edmund Jones (1722-1765,.; 

481 Invitation. C. M; 

1 Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor, 

Behold a royal feast ; 
Where mercy spreads her bounteous store, 
For every humble guest. 

2 See, Jesus stands with open arms 

He calls, he bids you come ; 
Guilt holds you back, and fear alarms ; 
But see, there yet is room. 



INVITATIONS. 341 

3 Room in the Saviour's bleeding" heart ; 

There love and pity meet ; 

Nor will he bid the soul depart 

That trembles at his feet. 

4 There, with united heart and voice, 

Before the eternal throne, 
Ten thousand thousand souls rejoice 
In ecstasies unknown. 

Miss Annie Steele (1717-1778.) 



482 



Come and welcome. 83 & 7s, D. 



1 Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched, 

Weak and wounded, sick and sore : 
Jesus ready stands to save you, 
Full of pity, love, and power : 

He is able, 
He is willing ; doubt no more. 

2 Ho ! ye needy, come and welcome, 

God's free bounty glorify; 
True belief and true repentance, 
Every grace that brings us nigh, 

Without money, 
Come to Jesus Christ and buy. 

3 Let not conscience make you linger, 

Nor of fitness fondly dream ; 
All the fitness he requireth 
Is to feel your need of him ; 

This he gives you ; 
'Tis the Spirit's rising beam. 



342 INVITATIONS. 

4 Come, ye weary, heavy-laden, 

Lost and ruined by the fall ; 

If you tarry till you're better, 

You will never come at all. 

Not the righteous, 
Sinners Jesus came to call. 

5 Lo ! the Incarnate God ascended 

Pleads the merits of his blood ; 
Venture on him, venture wholly r 
Let no other trust intrude ; 

None but Jesus 
Can do helpless sinners good. 

Rev. J. Hart (1712-1768.) 

483 Doxology. 8s&7s,.D. 

Gloey be to God the Father, 

Glory to the eternal Son ; 
Sound aloud the Spirit's praises : 

Join the elders round the throne ; 
Hallelujah, hallelujah, 

Hail the glorious Three in One. 

4o4 The disconsolate comforted. lis & 10s. 

1 Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish, 

Come to the mercy-seat, fervently kneel ; 
Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell 
your anguish ; 
Earth has no sorrows that heaven cannot 
heal. 

2 Joy of the desolate, Light of the straying, 

Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure, 



INVITATIONS. 343 

Here speaks the Comforter, in mercy say- 
ing, 
1 ' Earth has no sorrows that heaven can- 
not cure." 

3 Here see the bread of life ; see waters flow- 
ing 
Forth from the throne of God, boundless 
in love ; 
Come to the feast prepared; come, ever 
knowing 
Earth has no sorrows but heaven can re- 
move. 

Thomas Moore (1779-1852.) 
Thomas Hastings (1784-1872.) 



485 



Come unto Me. 7s & 6s, D. 



* ■ Come unto me, ye weary, 

And I will give you rest."" 
Oh! blessed voice of Jesus, 

Which comes to hearts opprest ; 
It tells of benediction, 

Of pardon, grace, and peace, 
Of joy that hath no ending, 

Of love which cannot cease. 

" Come unto me, ye fainting, 

And I will give you life," 
Oh ! peaceful voice of Jesus, 

Which comes to end our strife ; 
The foe is stem and eager, 

The fight is fierce and long ; 
But thou hast made me mighty, 

And stronger than the strong. 



344 INVITATIONS. 

3 "And whosoever cometh 

I will not cast him out." 
Oh! patient love of Jesus, 

Which drives away our doubt; 
"Which calls us, — very sinners, 

Unworthy though we be 
Of love so free and boundless, — 

To come, dear Lord, to thee. 

W. C. Dix (1837—.) 

486 The gospel call. S. M. 

1 The Spirit, in our hearts, 

Is whispering, " Sinner come ; " 
The bride, the church of Christ, proclaims 
To all his children, "Come! " 

2 Let him that heareth say 

To all about him, " Come ; " 
Let him that thirsts for righteousness 
To Christ, the Fountain, come ! 

3 Yes, whosoever will, 

Oh ! let him freely come, 
And freely drink the stream of life ; 
'Tis Jesus bids him come ! 

4 Lo! Jesus, who invites. 

Declares, "I quickly come; " 
Lord, even so; we wait thine hour; 
Oh ! blest Redeemer, come ! 

Bp. H. U. Onderdonk (1789-1858.) 

*lo$ Burdens cast on God. S. M. 

1 How gentle God's commands! 
How kind his precepts are ! 
" Come, cast your burdens on the Lord, 
And trust his constant care." 



INVITATIONS. 345 

2 While Providence supports, 

Let saints securely dwell ; 
That hand which bears all nature up 
Shall guide his children well. 

3 Why should this anxious load 

Press down your weary mind ? 
Haste to your heavenly Father's throne, 
And sweet refreshment find. 

4 His goodness stands approved, 

Down to the present day ; 
I'll drop my burden at his feet, 
And bear a song away. 

Rev. Philip Doddridge (17C2-1751.) 

loO The accepted time. S. M. 

1 Now is the accepted time, 

Now is the day of grace ; 
Oh! sinners! come, without delay, 
And seek the Saviour's face. 

2 Now is the accepted time, 

The Saviour calls to-day ; 
To-morrow it may be too late; — 
Then why should you delay ? 

3 Now is the accepted time, 

The gospel bids you come ; 

And every promise in his word 

Declares there yet is room. 

4 Lord, draw reluctant souls, 

And feast them with thy love ; 
Then will the angels spread their wings, 
And bear the news above. 

John Dobell (175T-1S40.) 



346 INVITATIONS. 

4olf Christ knocking at the door. ~L. M. 

1 Behold, a stranger at the door : 

He gently knocks, has knocked before ; 
Has waited long, is waiting still; 
You treat no other friend so ill. 

2 But will he prove a friend indeed ? 
He will, the very friend you need; 
The friend of sinners, yes, 'tis he, 
With garments dyed on Calvary. 

3 Oh ! lovely attitude ! He stands 
With melting heart, and bleeding hands ; 
Oh ! matchless kindness ! and he shows 
This matchless kindness to his foes. 

4 Rise, touched with gratitude divine ; 
Turn out his enemy and thine, 
That soul-destroying monster, sin ; 
And let the heavenly Stranger in. 

5 Admit him ere his anger burn ; 
His feet, departed, ne'er return! 
Admit him; or the hour's at hand 
You'll at his door rejected stand. 

Rev. Joseph Grigg (1720-1768.) 

490 Danger of delay. L. M. 

1 Hasten, oh ! sinner, to be wise, 

And stay not for to-morrow's sun ! 
The longer wisdom you despise, 
The harder is she to be won. 

2 Oh ! hasten mercy to implore, 

And stay not for to-morrow's sun I 



INVITATIONS. 347 

For fear thy season should be o'er, 
Before this evening's course be run. 

3 Hasten, oh! sinner, to return, 

And stay not for to-morrow's sun; 

For fear thy lamp should fail to burn, 

Before the needful work is done. 

4 Hasten, oh! sinner, to be blest, 

And stay not for to-morrow's sun ; 
For fear the curse should thee arrest, 
Before the morrow is begun. 

Rev. Thomas Scott (1776—.) 

4JII Invitation to wanderers. L. ML 

1 Return, oh! wanderer, return, 
And seek an injured Father's face ; 

Those warm desires that in thee burn 
Were kindled by reclaiming grace. 

2 Return, oh! wanderer, return, 
And seek a Father's melting heart; 

Whose pitying eyes thy grief discern, 
Whose hand can heal thine inward smart. 

3 Return, oh! wanderer, return, 
Thy Saviour bids thy spirit live ; 

Go to his bleeding feet, and learn 
How freely Jesus can forgive. 

4 Return, oh! wanderer, return, 
And wipe away th falling tear ; 

'Tis God who says, "No longer mourn," 
'Tis mercy's voice invites thee near. 

Rev. William Bengo Collyer (1782-1854.) 



348 INVITATIONS. 

4H Z One thing needful. L. M. 

1 Why will ye waste on trifling cares 
That life which God's compassion spares! 
"While, in the various range of thought, 
The one thing needful is forgot. 

2 Shall God invite you from above ? 
Shall Jesus urge his dying love ? 

Shall troubled conscience give you pain ? 
And all these pleas be urged in vain? 

3 Not so, your eyes will always view 
Those objects which you now pursue; 
Not so will heaven and hell appear, 
When death's decisive hour is near. 

Rev. Philip Doddridge ^1702-1751.) 

4JJ«$ Dangers of delay. lis. 

1 Delay not, delay not, oh ! sinner, draw near; 

The waters of life are now flowing for thee ; 
No price is demanded, the Saviour is here, 
Redemption is purchased, salvation is free. 

2 Delay not, delay not, why longer abuse 

The love and compassion of Jesus thy 

God? 
A fountain is opened, how canst thou refuse 
To wash and be cleansed in his pardoning 

blood! 

3 Delay not, delay not, oh ! sinner to come, 

For mercy still lingers, and calls thee to- 
day; 
Her voice is not heard in the vale of the 
tomb; 
Her message unheeded will soon pass 
away. 



INVITATIONS. 34$ 

4 Delay not, delay not, the Spirit of Grace, 

Long grieved and resisted, may take his 
sad flight ; 
And leave thee in darkness to finish thy race, 
To sink in the gloom of eternity's night. 

5 Delay not, delay not, the hour is at hand; 

The earth shall dissolve, and the heavens 
shall fade ; 
The dead, small and great, in the judgment 
shall stand ; 
What power then, oh! sinner, shall lend 
thee its aid ? 

Dr. Thomas Hastings (1784-1872.) 

ioi The iceary come to Christ Tr~ 

1 Come, ye weary sinners, come, 

All who feel your heavy load ; 
Jesus calls the wanderers home ; 
Hasten to your pardoning God. 

2 Jesus, full of truth and love, 

We thy kindest call obey ; 
Faithful let thy mercies prove, 
Take our load of guilt away. 

3 Weary of this war within, 

Weary of the endless strife, 
Weary of ourselves and sin, 
Weary of a wretched life. 

4 Burdened with a world of grief, 

Burdened with our sinful load, 
Burdened with this unbelief, 
Burdened with the wrath of God„ 



3550 INVITATIONS. 

5 Lo! we come to thee for peace, 
True and gracious as thou art ; 
Now our weary souls release, 
Write forgiveness on our heart. 

Hev. Charles Wesley (1708-1788.) 

4?f D Strive to enter in. 7s. 

1 Pilgrim, burdened with thy sin, 

Haste to Sion's gate to-day ; 
There, till mercy let thee in, 
Knock, and weep, and watch, and pray. 

2 Knock, for mercy lends an ear ■ 

Weep, she marks the sinner's sigh ; 
Watch, till heavenly light appear ; 
Pray, she hears the mourner's cry. 

3 Mourning pilgrim, what for thee 

In this world can now remain ? 
Seek that world from which shall flee 
Sorrow, shame, and tears, and pain. 

4 Sorrow shall for ever fly ; 

Shame shall never enter there ; 
Tears be wiped from every eye ; 
Pain in endless bliss expire. 

Rev. Geo. Crabbe (1754-1832.) 

45/D The harvest past. lis. 

1 Lo ! Jesus, the Saviour, in mercy draws near, 
Salvation he brings unto all who believe ; 
Ye mourners, dismiss all your doubting and 
fear, 
The gracious Redeemer with gladness re- 
ceive. 



INVITATIONS. 351 

2 The day-star of promise illumines the sky, 

And souls long benighted now welcome 

the dawn ; 
Embrace the glad season, or soon you may^ 

cry: 
" The harvest is past, and the summer is 

gone." 

3 The Spirit is striving with sinners to-day, 

He graciously knocks at the door of your 
heart; 
He comes, the compassion of God to dis- 
play, 
Your sins to remove, and his love to im- 
part. 

4 Oh! welcome the Spirit, and grieve him na 

more, 
Nor wait till his offers of life are with- 
drawn, 
Lest then you may cry, as your ctoom you 
deplore : 
" The harvest is past, and the summer is 
gone." 

Rev. E. F. Hatfield (1807-1883.) 

4 9 1 Atonement accomplished. 8s, 7s & 4s, 

1 Hare: ! the voice of love and mercy 
Sounds aloud from Calvary ; 
See, it rends the rocks asunder, 
Shakes the earth and veils the sky : 

4 'It is finished!" 
Hear the dying Saviour cry. 



352 INVITATIONS. 

2 It is finished — oh ! what pleasure 

Do these precious words afford ! 
Heavenly blessings, without measure, 
Flow to us from Christ, the Lord. 

It is finished! 
Saints, the dying words record. 

3 Finished — all the types and shadows 

Of the ceremonial law ; 
Finished — all that God had promised ; 
Death and hell no more shall awe ; 

It is finished! 
Saints, from hence your comfort draw 

4 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs ; 

Join to sing the pleasing theme ; 
All on earth and all in heaven, 
Join to praise Immanuel's name, 

Hallelujah ! 
Glory to the bleeding Lamb ! 

Rev, B. Francis (1734-1790.) 

\dO Hear, and live. 8s, 7b & 4s. 

1 Sinneks, will you scorn the message 

Sent in mercy from above ? 
Every sentence, oh ! how tender! 
Every line is full of love : 

Listen to it ; 
Every line is full of love. 

2 Hear the heralds of the gospel 

News from Zion's King proclaim : 
1 i Pardon to each rebel sinner, 
Free forgiveness in his name." 

How important! 
"Free forgiveness in his name." 






INVITATIONS. 353 

3 Tempted souls, they bring you succor ; 

Fearful hearts, they quell your fears, 
And, with news of consolation, 
Chase away the falling tears. 

Tender heralds ! 
Chase away the falling tears. 

4 Oh! ye angels, hovering round us, 

Waiting spirits, speed your way ; 
Haste ye to the court of heaven, 
Tidings bear without delay, 

Rebel sinners 
Glad the message will obey. 

Rev. Jonathan Allen, 180L 

4 if 9 Sinners, turn, why will ye die ? 7s, D. 

1 Sinnees, turn, why will ye die? 
God your Maker asks you why ; 
God who did your being give, 
Made you with himself to live ; 
He the fatal cause demands ; 
Asks the work of his own hands ; 
Why, ye thankless creatures, why 
Will ye cross his love and die ? 

2 Sinners, turn, why will ye die ? 
God your Saviour asks you why ; 
He who did your soul retrieve, 
Died himself that ye might live ; 
Will ye let him die in vain, 
Crucify your Lord again ? 
Why, ye rebel sinners, why, 
Will ye slight his grace and die? 



354 INVITATIONS. 

3 Sinners, turn, why will ye die ? 
God the Spirit asks you why ; 
Many a time with you he strove, 
Wooed you to embrace his love ; 
Will ye not his grace receive ? 
Will ye still refuse to live ? 
Why will ye forever die, 
Oh ! ye guilty sinners, why ? 

Rev. Charles Wesley (170S-1788.) 

500 To-day the Saviour calls ! 6s & 4s. 

1 To-day the Saviour calls ! 

Ye wanderers, come ; 
Oh ! ye benighted souls, 
Why longer roam ? 

2 To-day the Saviour calls ; 

Oh ! hear him now' 
Within these sacred walls 
To Jesus bow. 

3 To-day the Saviour calls ; 

For refuge fly ; 
The storm of justice falls, 
And death is nigh. 

4 The Spirit calls to-day; 

Yield to his power ; 
Oh! grieve him not away! 
'Tis mercy's hour. 

Rev. Samuel. Francis Smith (1808—.) 
Thomas Hastings (1784-1572.) 



COMMUNION HYMNS. 355 

501 The heavenly feast. CM. 

1 How sweet and awful is the place, 

With Christ within the doors, 
• While everlasting love displays 
The choicest of her stores. 

2 While all our hearts, in this our song, 

Join to admire the feast, 
Each of us cries with thankful tongue, 
" Lord, why was I a guest? 

3 ■" Why was I made to hear thy voice, 

And enter while there's room; 
When thousands make a wretched choice, 
And rather starve than come ? " 

4 'Twas the same love that spread the feast, 

That sweetly forced us in ; 
Else we had still refused to taste, 
And perished in our sin. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 



Gratitude unto Jesus. C. M. 



502 

1 If human kindness meets return, 

And owns the grateful tie ; 
If tender thoughts within us burn, 
To feel a Friend is nigh ; 

2 Oh ! shall not warmer accents tell 

The gratitude we owe- 
To him who died our fears to quell, 
Our more than orphan's woe ! 



356 COMMUNION HYMNS. 

3 While yet his anguish' d soul survey' d 

Those pangs he would not flee ; 
What love his latest words display'd, 
" Meet and remember me ! " 

4 Remember thee ! thy death, thy shame, 

Our sinful hearts to share ! 
Oh! memory, leave no other name 
But his recorded there. 

Rev. G. T. Xoel (1732-1851.) 



I will remember Thee. CM. 



503 

1 According to thy gracious word, 

In meek humility, 
This will I do, my dying Lord, 
I will remember thee. 

2 Thy body, broken for my sake, 

My bread from heaven shall be ; 
Thy testamental cup I take, 
And thus remember thee. 

3 Gethsemane, can I forget, 

Or there thy conflict see, 
Thine agony and bloody sweat, 
And not remember thee ? 

4 When to the cross I turn mine eyes, 

And rest on Calvary, 
O Lamb of God, my sacrifice! 
I must remember thee : — 

5 Remember thee, and all thy pains, 

And all thy love to me , 
Yea, while a breath, a pulse remains. 
Will I remember thee. 



COMMUNION HYMNS. 357 

6 And when these failing lips grow dumb, 
And mind and memory flee, 
When thou shalt in thy kingdom come, 
Then, Lord, remember me ! 

James Montgomery (1771-1854.) 



The Crimson Fountain. C. M. 



504 

1 Theee is a fountain filled with blood, 

Drawn from Immanuel's veins, 
And sinners, plunged beneath that flood, 
Lose all their guilty stains. 

2 The dying thief rejoiced to see 

That fountain in his day ; 
And there may I, though vile as he, 
Wash all my sins away. 

3 Dear, dying Lamb, thy precious blood 

Shall never lose its power, 
Till all the ransomed church of God 
Be saved, to sin no more. 

4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream 

Thy flowing wounds supply, 
Redeeming love has been my theme, 
And shall be till I die. 

5 Then, in a nobler, sweeter song, 

I'll sing thy power to save, 
When this poor lisping, stammering tongue 
Lies silent in the grave. 

Wm. Cowper (1731-1800.) 



358 COMMUNION HYMNS. 

505 Union xoith Christ. S. M- 

1 Deae Saviour, we are thine, 

By everlasting bands ; 
Our names, our hearts, we would resign, 
And souls, into thy hands. 

2 Accepted for thy sake, 

And justified by faith, 
We of thy righteousness partake, 
And find in thee our life. 

3 To thee we still would cleave 

With ever growing zeal; 
If millions tempt us Christ to leave, 
Oh ! let them ne'er prevail ! 

4 Thy Spirit doth unite 

Our souls to thee, our Head ; 

Shall form us to thy image bright, 

That we thy paths may tread. 

5 Death may our souls divide 

From these abodes of clay ; 
But love shall keep us near thy side 
Through all the gloomy way. 

6 Since Christ and we are one, 

Why should we doubt or fear? 
Since he in heaven has fixed his throne, 
He'll fix his members there. 

Rev. P. Doddridge (1702-1751.) 

506 Jesus, intercessor. 7b & 6s, D. 
1 O blessed feet of Jesus, 

Weary with seeking me, 
Stand at God's bar of judgment, 
And intercede for me. 



COMMUNION HYMNS. 359 

O knees, which bent in anguish 

In dark Gethsemane, 
Kneel at the throne of glory 

And intercede for me. 

2 O hands, that were extended 

Upon the awful tree, 
Hold up those precious nail-prints 

Which intercede for me. 
O side, from whence the spear-point 

Brought blood and water free, 
For healing and for cleansing, 

Now intercede for me. 

3 O head, so deeply pierced 

With thorns which sharpest be, 
Bend low before thy Father 

And intercede for me. 
O sacred heart, such sorrows 

This world may never see, 
As those which are thy warrant 

To intercede for me. 

4 O body, scarred, and wounded, 

My sacrifice to be, 
Present thy perfect offering, 

And intercede for me. 
O loving, risen Saviour, 

From death and sorrow free, 
Though throned in endless glory, 

Still intercede for me. 

Mist Margaret Elizabeth Window (1836 — .) 



360 COMMUNION HYMNS. 

DO 7 Bread and Water of Life. 7s & 6s, D. 

1 O Bread, to pilgrims given, 

O Food, that angels eat, 
O Manna, sent from heaven, 

For heaven-born natures meet ! 
Give us, for thee long pining, 

To eat till richly filled ; 
Till, earth's delights resigning, 

Our every wish is stilled ! 

2 O Water, life-bestowing, 

From out the Saviour's heart, 
A fountain purely flowing, 

A fount ol love thou art ! 
Oh ! let us, freely tasting, 

Our burning thirst assuage ! 
Thy sweetness, never wasting, 

Avails from age to age. 

3 Jesus, this feast receiving, 

We thee unseen adore ; 
Thy faithful word believing, 

We take, and doubt no more : 
Give us, thou true and loving, 

On earth to live in thee ; 
Then, death the veil removing, 
Thy glorious face to see ! 

Unknown mediaeval author. 
Tr. by Rev. Ray Palmer (1808-1887.) 

508 The true Bread. 103. 

1 True Bread of life in pitying mercy given, 
Long famished souls, to strengthen and to 
feed; 



COMMUNION HYMNS. 361 

Christ Jesus, Son of God, true Bread of 
heaven, 
Thy flesh is meat, thy blood is drink in- 
deed. 

2 I cannot famish, though this earth should 

fail, 
Though life through all its fields should 
pine and die; 
Though the sweet verdure should forsake 
each vale, 
And every stream of every land run dry. 

3 True Tree of Life ! of thee I eat and live ; 

Who eateth of thy fruit shall never 
die; 
'Tis thine the everlasting health to give, 
The youth and bloom of immortality. 

4 Feeding on thee all weakness turns to 

power, 
This sickly soul revives, like earth in 

spring ; 
Strength floweth on, and in each buoyant 

hour, 
This being seems all energy, all wing. 

5 Jesus, our dying, buried, risen Head, 

Thy church's Life and Lord, Immanuel ! 
At thy dear cross we find the eternal 
bread, 
And in thy empty tomb the living well. 
Rev. Hwatius Bonar (1808-1890.) 



362 COMMUNION HYMNS. 

50H Penitential prayer. 103». 

1 Not worthy, Lord, to gather up the crumbs 

With trembling hand that from thy table 
fall, 
A weary, heavy-laden sinner comes 
To plead thy promise and obey thy call. 

2 I am not worthy to be thought thy child, 

Nor sit the last and lowest at thy 
board ; 
Too long a wanderer and too oft beguiled, 
I only ask one reconciling word. 

8 And is not mercy thy prerogative — 

Free mercy, boundless, fathomless, di- 
vine? 
Me, Lord! the chief of sinners, me for- 
give, 
And thine the greater glory, only thine. 

4 I hear thy voice ; thou bid'st me come and 

rest; 
I come, I kneel, I clasp thy pierced feet ; 
Thou bid'st me take my place, a welcome 

guest, 
Among thy saints, and of thy banquet 

eat. 

5 My praise can only breathe itself in prayer, 

My prayer can only lose itself in thee ; 
Dwell thou forever in my heart, and there, 
Lord, let me sup with thee; sup thou 
with me. 

Bp. E. H. Bickersteth (1825 -.) 



COMMUNION HYMNS. 363 

Oil) Blessed Saviour. 7s, 6 1. 

1 Blessed Saviour, thee I love, 
All my other joys above ; 
All my hopes in thee abide. 
Thou my hope, and naught beside- 
Ever let my glory be, 

Only, only, only thee. 

2 Once again beside the cross, 
All my gain I count but loss ; 
Earthly plea sures fade away ; 
Clouds they are that hide my day : 
Hence, vain shadows ! let me see 
Jesus, crucified for me. 

3 From beneath that thorny crown 
Trickle drops of cleansing down ; 
Pardon from thy pierced hand 
Now I take, while here I stand ; 
Only then I live to thee, . 
When thy wounded side I see. 

4 Blessed Saviour, thine am I, 
Thine to live, and thine to die ; 
Height or depth, or earthly power, 
Ne'er shall hide my Saviour more : 
Ever shall my glory be, 

Only, only, only thee! 

Rev. G. Duffield (1818-1888.) 

Oil Jesus, Master, whom I serve. 7s, 6 1. 

1 Jesus, Master, whom I serve, 
Though so feebly and so ill, 
Strengthen hand and heart and nerve 
All thy bidding to fulfill; 



364 COMMUNION HYMNS. 

Open thou mine eyes to see 
All the work thou hast for me. 

2 Lord, thou needest not, I know, 

Service such as I can bring ; 
Yet I long to prove and show 

Full allegiance to my King. 
Thou an honor art to me ; 
Let me be a praise to thee. 

3 Jesus, Master, wilt thou use 

One who owes thee more than all? 
As thou wilt! I would not choose ; 

Only let me hear thy call. 
Jesus, let me always be 
In thy service, glad and free ! 

Miss Frances R. Havergal (1836-1879.) 

&IZ Lord's Supper instituted. L. M. 

1 'Twas on that dark, that doleful night, 

When powers of earth and hell arose 
Against the Son of God's delight, 
And friends betrayed him to his foes. 

2 Before the mournful scene began 

He took the bread, and blest, and brake ; 
What love through all his actions ran ! 
What wondrous words of grace he spake. 

3 i ' This is my body, broke for sin ; 

Receive and eat the living food ; " 
Then took the cup and blest the wine ; 
" 'Tis the new covenant in my blood." 

4 "Do this," he cried, "till time shall end, 

In memory of your dying Friend ; 



COMMUNION HYMNS. 36o 

Meet at my table, and record 
The love of your departed Lord." 

5 Jesus, thy feast we celebrate, 

We show thy death, we sing thy name, 
Till thou return, and we shall eat 
The marriage supper of the Lamb. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 

DleS Christ, the Lamb slain. L. M. 

1 Behold the siri-atoning Lamb 

With wonder, gratitude, and love ; 
To take away our guilt and shame, 
See him descending from above ! 

2 Our sins and griefs on him were laid ; 

He meekly bore the mighty load ; 
Our ransom-price he fully paid 
In groans and tears, in sweat and blood. 

S To save a guilty world he dies ; 

Sinners, behold the bleeding Lamb ! 
To him lift up your longing eyes, 
And hope for mercy in his name. 

4 Pardon and peace through him abound, 

He can the richest blessings give ; 
Salvation in his name is found, 
He bids the dying sinner live. 

5 Jesus, my Lord, I look to thee ; 

Where else can helpless sinners go ? 
Thy boundless love shall set me free 
From all my wretchedness and woe. 

Rev. John Fawcett (1739-1817.) 



366 COMMUNION HYMNS. 

01 4 Behold the Man. L M, 

1 Behold the Man ! how glorious he ! 

Before his foes he stands unawed ; 
And, without wrong or blasphemy, 
He claims equality with God. 

2 Behold the Man ! by all condemned ; 

Assaulted by a host of foes ; 
His person and his claims contemned, 
A man of sufferings and of woes. 

3 Behold the Man ! he stands alone, 

His foes are ready to devour ; 
Not one of all his friends will own 
Their Master in this trying hour. 

4 Behold the Man ! he knew no sin, 

Yet justice smites him with her sword ; 
He bears the stroke that else had been 
The sinner's portion from the Lord. 

5 Behold the Man ! so weak he seems, 

His awful word inspires no fear; 
But soon must he who now blasphemes, 
Before his judgment-seat appear. 

6 Behold the Man ! though scorned below, 

He bears the greatest name above ; 
The angels at his footstool bow, 
And all his royal claims approve. 

Rev. Thomas Kelly (1769-1855.) 
515 Praise to Christ. L. M. 

1 Thou only Sovereign of my heart, 

My Refuge, my almighty Friend ; — 
And can my soul from thee depart, 
On whom alone my hopes depend ? 



COMMUNION HYMNS. 367 

2 Eternal life thy words impart, 

On thee my fainting spirit lives ; 
Here, sweeter comfort cheers my heart 
Than all the round of nature gives. 

3 Let earth's alluring joys combine ; 

While thou art near, in vain they call; 
One smile, one blissful smile of thine, 
My dearest Lord, outweighs them all. 

4 Thy name my inmost powers adore ; 

Thou art my life, my joy, my care; 
Depart from thee? — 'tis death — 'tis more! 
'Tis endless ruin — deep despair ! 

5 Low at thy feet my soul would lie ; 

Here safety dwells, and peace divine ; 
Still let me live beneath thine eye, 
For life, eternal life, is thine. 

Miss Anne Steele (1717-177a> 

Dlfo Prayer for divine influence. 7s. 

1 While the prayers of saints ascend, 
God of love ! to mine attend ; 
Hear me, for thy Spirit pleads, 
Hear, for Jesus intercedes. 

2 While I hearken to thy law 
Fill my soul with humble awe, 
Till thy gospel bring to me 
Life and immortality. 

3 From thine house when I return 
May my heart within me burn, 
And at evening let me say, 

" I have walked with God to-day. 

James Montgomery (1771-1854.) 



368 COMMUNION HYMNS. 

Dl I Constancy of ChrisVs love. 7s. 

1 Haek, my soul, it is the Lord; 
'Tis thy Saviour, hear his word ; 
Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee ; 
" Say, poor sinner, lovest thou me? 

2 " I delivered thee when bound, 

And, when wounded, healed thy wound, 
Sought thee wandering, set thee right, 
Turned thy darkness into light. 

3 " Can a woman's tender care 
Cease toward the child she bare ? 

* Yes, she may forgetful be, 
Yet will I remember thee. 

4 " Mine is an unchanging love, 
Higher than the heights above ; 
Deeper than the depths beneath, 
Free and faithful, strong as death. 

5 " Thou shalt see my glory soon, 
When the work of grace is done; 
Partner of my throne shalt be ; 
Say, poor sinner, lovest thou me?" 

6 Lord, it is my chief complaint 
That my love is weak and faint ; 
Yet I love thee and adore, 

Oh ! for grace to love thee more! 

Wm. Cowper (1731-1800.) 



518 



Sacramental Meditation. 



1 Jesus, Master, hear me now, 
While I would renew my vow, 
And record thy dying love, 
Hear, and help me from above. 



COMMUNION HYMNS. 369 

2 Feed me, Saviour, with this bread, 
Broken in thy body's stead ; 
Cheer my spirit with this wine, 
Streaming like that blood of thine. 

3 And, as now I eat and drink, 
Let me truly, sweetly think, 
Thou didst hang upon the tree, 
Broken, bleeding there— for me. 

Dr. William Maxwell (1784-1857.) 
DiJJ Dnxology. ' 7s. 

Sing we to our God above 
Praise eternal as his love ; 
Praise him, all ye heavenly host — 
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 

Rev. Chas. Wesley (1708-1788.) 

D<£0 Jesus! thou joy of loving hearts. L. M, 

1 Jesus ! thou Joy of loving hearts ! 

Thou Fount of life ! thou Light of men 
From the best bliss that earth imparts 
We turn unfilled to thee again. 

2 Thy truth unchanged has ever stood ; 

Thou savest those that on thee call ; 
To them that seek thee thou art good, 
To them that find thee all in all. 

3 We taste thee, O thou living Bread! 

And long to feast upon thee still ; 
We drink of thee, the Fountain Head, 
And thirst our souls from thee to fill. 

4 Our restless spirits yearn for thee, 

Where'er our changeful lot is cast, 



370 COMMUNION HYMNS. 

Glad when thy gracious smile we see, 
Blest when our faith can hold thee fast. 
5 O Jesus ! ever with us stay ; 

Make all our moments calm and bright ; 

Chase the dark night of sin away ; 
Shed o'er the world thy holy light. 

Bernard of Clairvaux (1091-1153.) 
Tr. by Rev. Ray Palmer (1808-1887.) 

*&£l Deep in our hearts let us recoi^d L. Ll v 

1 Deep in our hearts let us record 
The deeper sorrows of our Lord ; 
Behold the rising billows roll 
To overwhelm his holy soul. 

2 Yet, gracious God ! thy power and love 
Have made the curse a blessing prove ; 
Those dreadful sufferings of thy Son 
Atoned for sins that we have done. 

3 The pangs of our expiring Lord 
The honors of thy law restored ; 

His sorrows made thy justice known, 
And paid for follies not his own. 

4 Oh! for his sake, our guilt forgive, 
And let the mourning sinner live ; 
The Lord will hear us in his name, 
Nor shall our hope be turned to shame. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 



Memorial of our risen Lord. L 1VT 

Jesus is gone above the skies 

Where our weak senses reach him not ; 
And carnal objects court our eyes, 

To thrust our Saviour from our thought. 



COMMUNION HYMNS. 371 

2 He knows what wandering hearts we have, 

Apt to forget his glorious face ; 
And to refresh our minds, he gave 
These kind memorials of his grace. 

3 The Lord of life this table spread, 

With his own flesh and dying blood ; 
We on the rich provision feed, 
We taste the wine, and bless our God. 

4 Let sinful sweets be all forgot, 

And earth grow less in our esteem ; 
Christ and his love fill every thought, 
And faith and hope be fixed on him. 

5 While he is absent from our sight, 

'Tis to prepare our souls a place ; 
That we may dwell in heavenly light, 
And live forever near his face. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 

&Zo Cry of penitence. 7s. 

1 Depth of mercy, can there be 
Mercy still reserved for me ? 
Canst thou still thy wrath forbear, 
And the chief of sinners spare ? 

2 We have long withstood thy grace, 
Long provoked thee to thy face, 
Would not hear thy gracious calls, 
Grieved thee by a thousand falls. 

3 Jesus, answer from above, 
Is not all thy nature love ? 
Wilt thou not our crimes forget ? 
Lo ! we fall before thy feet. 



372 communion hymns. 

4 Lord, incline us to repent, 
Help us now our fall lament, 
Deeply our revolt deplore, 
Weep, believe, and sin no more. 

Rev. Charles Wesley (1708-1788.) 

0.24: Prince of Peace, control my will. 7s. 

1 Prince of Peace, control my will, 
Bid this struggling heart be still ; 
Bid my fears and doubtings cease, 
Hush my spirit into peace. 

2 Thou hast bought me with thy blood, 
Opened wide the gate to God ; 
Peace I ask, — but peace must be, 
Lord, in being one with thee. 

5 May thy will, not mine, be done, — 
May thy will and mine be one ; 
Chase these doubtings from my hearty 
ISTow thy perfect peace impart. 

4 Saviour, at thy feet I fall, 
Thou my life, my God, my all! 
Let thy happy servant be 
One for evermore with thee. 

Mary A. S. Barber, 1838. 

OiD Be merciful unto me. 7s & 6s. 

1 Jesus, we are far away 

From the light of heavenly day, 
Lost in paths of sin we stray ; 
Lord, in mercy hear us. 



COMMUNION HYMNS. 373 

2 Deeper has the darkness grown; 
Saviour, come to seek thine own, 
Leave, oh ! leave us not alone ; 

Lord, in mercy hear us. 

3 On our darkness shed thy light, 
Lead our wills to what is right. 
Wash our evil nature white ; 

Lord, in mercy hear us. 

4 May thy wisdom be our guide, 
Comfort, rest, and peace provide 
Near to thy protecting side ; 

Lord, in mercy hear us. 

5 May the world seem only dross, 
May we welcome shame and loss, 
Willingly endure the cross ; 

Lord, in mercy hear us. 

6 When oppressed with trouble sore, 
Teach our hearts to feel the more 
For the pangs our Saviour bore ; 

Lord, in mercy hear us. 

7 May thy grace within the soul 
Nature's waywardness control, 
Guiding towards the heavenly goal ; 

Lord, in mercy hear us. 

8 So at last, from sin set free, 
What we long for may we see, 
And for ever blessed be ; 

Lord, in mercy hear us. 

Rev. T. B. Pollock (183G — .) 



374 THE CHURCH. 

€>2u The fulness of the Gentiles. 10s. 

1 Rise, crowned with light, imperial Salem, 

rise ! 

Exalt thy towering head and lift thine 
eyes ; 

See heaven its sparkling portals wide dis- 
play, 

And break upon thee in a flood of day. 

2 See barbarous nations at thy gates at- 

tend. 
Walk in the light, and in thy temple bend : 
See thy bright altars thronged with pros- 
trate kings, 
While every land its joyful tribute brings. 

3 The seas shall waste, the skies to smoke 

decay, 

Rocks fall to dust, and mountains melt 
away : 

But fixed his word, his saving power re- 
mains : 

Thy realms shall last, thy own Messiah 

reigns. Alexander Pope (163S-1744.) 

527 Daughter of Z 'ion. lis & ms. 

1 DaughtePw of Zion! awake from thy sad- 
ness; 
Awake, for thy foes shall oppress thee no 
more : 
Bright o'er thy hills dawns the day-star of 
gladness ; 
Arise ! for the night of thy sorrow is o'er* 



THE CHURCH. 375 

2 Strong were thy foes, but the arm that sub- 

dued them 
And scattered their legions was mightier 

far; 
They fled, like the chaff from the scourge 

that pursued them, 
For vain were their steeds and their 

chariots of war ! 

3 Daughter of Zion! the power that hath 

saved thee, 
Extolled with the harp and the timbrel 

should be : 
Shout ! for the foe is destroyed that enslaved 

thee, 
The oppressor is vanquished, and Zion is 

free ! Anon. 1830. 

&JJo Doxology. L. M. 

Praise God, from whom all blessings flow ; 
Praise him, all creatures here below ; 
Praise him above, ye heavenly host ; 
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 

Bp. Thomas Ken (1637-1711.) 

Dili Psalm cxxxvii. S. M. 

1 I love thy kingdom, Lord, 

The house of thine abode ; 
The church our blest Redeemer saved 
With his own precious blood. 

2 I love thy. church, O God ! 

Her walls before thee stand, 



376 THE CHURCH. 

Dear as the apple of thine eye, 
And graven on thy hand. 

3 If e'er to bless thy sons 

My voice or hands deny, 
These hands let useful skill forsake^ 
This voice in silence die. 

4 If e'er my heart forget 

Her welfare or her woe, 
Let every joy this heart forsake, 
And every grief o'erflow. 

5 For her my tears shall fall ; 

For her my prayers ascend : 
To her my cares and toils be given 
Till toils and cares shall end. 

6 Beyond my highest joy 

I prize her heavenly ways. 
Her sweet communion, solemn vows, 
Her hymns of love and praise. 

7 Sure as thy truth shall last, 

To Sion shall be given 
The brightest glories earth can yield, 
And brighter bliss of heaven. 

Rev. T. Dwight (1752-1817.) 

&«J0 Psalm cxvii. S. M. 

1 Thy name, almighty Lord, 

Shall sound through distant lands ; 
Great is thy grace and sure thy Word ; 
Thy truth forever stands. 



THE CHUEOH. 377 

2 Far be thine honor spread, 
And long thy praise endure, 
Till morning light and evening shade 
Shall be exchanged no more. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 

031 Glorious dayspring. 8s, 7s & 4s. 

1 Christian, see the orient morning 

Breaks along the heathen sky ; 
Lo! the expected day is dawning, 
Glorious dayspring from on high : 

Hallelujah ! 
Hail the dayspring from on high ! 

2 Lord of every tribe and nation, 

{Spread thy truth from pole to pole ! 
Spread the light of thy salvation, 
Till it shine on every soul ; 

Hallelujah ! 
Hail the dayspring from on high ! 

Anon. 1823. 

9oZ The Church. 7s & 6s, D. 

1 The Church's one foundation 

Is Jesus Christ her Lord ; 
She is his new creation 

By water and the word : 
From heaven he came and sought her 

To be his holy Bride ; 
With his own blood he bought her, 

And for her life he died. 



378 THE CHTJKOH 

2 Elect from every nation, 

Yet one o'er all the earth 
Her charter of salvation 

One Lord, one Faith, one Birth., 
One Holy Name she blesses, 

Partakes one Holy Food, 
And to one hope she presses, 

With every grace endued. 

3 Though with a scornful wonder 

Men see her sore opprest, 
By schisms rent asunder, 

By heresies distrest, 
Yet saints their watch are keeping, 

Their cry goes up, " How long ? '* 
And soon the night of weeping 

Shall be the mom of song, 

4 'Mid toil and tribulation, 

And tumult of her war. 
She waits the consummation 

Of peace forevermore ; 
Till with the vision glorious 

Her longing eyes are blest, 
And the great Church victorious 

Shall be the Church at rest. 

5 Yet she on earth hath union 

With God the Three in One, 
And mystic sweet communion 

With those whose rest is won ; 
Oh ! happy ones and holy ! 

Lord, give us grace, that we, 
Like them, the meek and lowly, 

On high may dwell with thee. 

Rev. Samuel J. Stone (1839—.) 



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0«$«5 Missions. L. M. 

1 Ye Christian heralds, go, proclaim 
Salvation through Irarnanuel's name; 
To distant climes the tidings bear, 
And plant the rose of Sharon there. 

2 He'll shield you with a wall of fire, 
With flaming zeal your breasts inspire, 
Bid raging winds their fury cease, 
And hush the tempest into peace. 

3 And when your labors all are o'er, 
Then we shall meet to part no more; 
Meet with the blood-bought throng, to fall, 
And crown our Jesus-, Lord of all. 

B. E. Draper (1778-1843.) 

0?J4 Psalm cxiii. L. M. 

1 Ye servants of th' Almighty King, 
In every age his praises sing ; 
Where'er the sun shall rise or set, 
The nations shall his praise repeat. 

2 Above the earth, beyond the sky, 
His throne of glory stands on high ; 
Xor time, nor place, his power restrain, 
Nor bound his universal reign. 

3 Which of the sons of Adam dare, 
Or, angels, with their God compare ? 
His glories, how divinely bright, 
Who dwells in uncreated light ! 

4 Behold his love! He stoops to view 
What saints above and angels do ; 
And condescends yet more to know 

The mean affairs of men below. 



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MISSIONS. 



5 From dust and cottages obscure 
His grace exalts the humble poor! 
Gives them the honor of his sons, 
And fits them for their heavenly thrones. 
Rev. Isaac Watts (1674H748.) 

t)«$e) Prayer for the triumph of the gospel. L. M, 

1 O Jesus, let thy kingdom come ; 
Then sin and hell's terrific gloom 
Shall, at thy brightness, flee away, 
The dawn of an eternal day. 

2 Then shall the Jew and Gentile meet, 
In pure devotion at thy feet ; 

And earth shall yield thee, as thy due> 
Her fullness and her glory too. 

3 Oh ! that from Zion now might shine 
This heavenly light, this truth divine ; 
Till the whole universe shall be 

But one great temple, Lord, for thee. 

A non. 

53o Psalm Ixxii. I>. M, 

1 Jesus shall reign where'er the sun 
Does his successive journeys run ; 

His kingdom stretch from shore to shore, 
Till moons shall wax and wane no more. 

2 For him shall endless prayer be made, 
And endless praises crown his head ; 
His name, like sweet perfume, shall rise 
With every morning sacrifice. 



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3 People and realms of every tongue 
Dwell on his love with sweetest song ; 
And infant voices shall proclaim 
Their early blessings on his name. 

4 Blessings abound where'er he reigns, 
The joyful prisoner bursts his chains. 
The weary find eternal rest, 

And all the sons of want are blest. 

• Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 

D«5 4 Missionary hymn. 7s & 6s, D, 

1 Feom Greenland's icy mountains, 

From India's coral strand ; 
Where Afric's sunny fountains 

Roll down their golden sand ; 
From many an ancient river, 

From many a palmy plain, 
They call us to deliver 

Their land from error's chain. 

2 What, though the spicy breezes 

Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle, 
Though every prospect pleases, 

And only man is vile ; 
In vain, with lavish kindness, 

The gifts of God are strown ; 
The heathen, in his blindness, 

Bows down to wood and stone. 

3 Shall we, whose souls are lighted 

With wisdom from on high, 
Shall we, to men benighted, 
The lamp of life deny? 



B82 missions. 

Salvation! salvation! 

The joyful sound proclaim, 
Till earth's remotest nation 

Has learned Messiah's name. 

4 Waft, waft, ye winds, his story, 
And you, ye waters, roll, 
Till, like a sea of glory, 

It spreads from pole to pole; 
Till o'er our ransomed nature, 
The Lamb for sinners slain, 
Redeemer, King, Creator, 
In bliss returns to reign. 

Bp. Reginald Heber (1783-1826.) 

OeJO The day of jubilee. 7 s & 6s, D. 

1 How beauteous on the mountains, 

The feet of him that brings, 
Like streams from living fountains, 

Good tidings of good things ,• 
That publisheth salvation, 

And jubilee release, 
To every tribe and nation, 

God's reign of joy and peace i 

2 Lift up thy voice, oh ! watchman, 

And shout, from Zion's towers, 
Thy hallelujah chorus, — 

" The victory is ours ! " 
The Lord shall build up Zion 

In glory and renown, 
And Jesus, Judah's lion, 

Shall wear his rightful crown. 



MISSIONS. 383 

3 Break forth in hymns of gladness, 
O waste Jerusalem ! 
Let songs, instead of sadness, 

Thy jubilee proclaim ; 
The Lord, in strength victorious, 

Upon thy foes have trod ; 
Behold, O earth ! the glorious 
Salvation of our God ! 

Benj. Gough ((1805-1883.) 

539 Tell us of the night, 7s, D. 

1 Watchman ! tell us of the night, 

What its signs of promise are ; 
Traveller ! o'er yon mountain's height, 

See that glory-beaming star ! — 
Watchman ! does its beauteous ray 

Aught of joy or hope foretell? 
Traveller ! yes ; it brings the day, 

Promised day of Israel. 

2 Watchman! tell us of the night; 

Higher yet that star ascends ; 
Traveller ! blessedness and light 

Peace and truth, its course portends ; 
Watchman! will its beams alone 

Gild the spot that gave them birth ? 
Traveller ! ages are its own ; 

See, it burst's o'er all the earth! 

3 Watchman ! tell us of the night, 

For the morning seems to dawn ; 
Traveller ! darkness takes its flight ; 
Doubt and terror are witndrawn; — 



384 missions. 

Watchman ! let thy wanderings cease ; 

Hie thee to thy quiet home! — 
Traveller! lo! the Prince of peace, 

Lo! the Son of God is come! 

Sir John Bowring (1792-1872.) 
D4U The world's conversion. 7s, D. 

1 Hasten, Lord ! the glorious time, 

When, beneath Messiah's sway, 
Every nation, every clime, 

Shall the gospel's call obey. 
Mightiest kings his power shall own, 

Heathen tribes his name adore ; 
Satan and his hosts o'erthrown, 

Bound in chains, shall hurt no more, 

2 Then shall wars and tumults cease, 

Then be banished grief and pain ; 
Righteousness and joy and peace 

Undisturbed shall ever reign. 
Bless we, then, our gracious Lord ; 

Ever praise his glorious name ; 
All his mighty acts record ; 

All his wondrous love proclaim. 

Miss Harriet Auber (1773-1862.) 

541 The God of Sion. 8s, 7s & 4s. 

1 Sion stands with hills surrounded, — 
Sion, kept by power divine ; 
All her foes shall be confounded, 

Though the world in arms combine : — 

Happy Sion ! 
What a favored lot is thine. 



missions. 385 

2 Every human tie may perish, 

Friend to friend unfaithful prove, 

Mothers cease their own to cherish, 

Heaven and earth at last remove ; 

But no changes 
Can attend Jehovah's love. 

3 In the furnace God may prove thee, 

Thence to bring thee forth more bright ; 
But can never cease to love thee ; 
Thou art precious in his sight : 

God is with thee : — 
God, thine everlasting light. 

Rev. Thomas Kelly (1769-1855.> 



04 2 The Spread of the Gospel. 8s, 7s & 4s, 

1 O'er the gloomy hills of darkness, 
Look, my soul, be still, and gaze ; 
All the promises do travail 
With a glorious day of grace ; 

Blessed jubilee, 
Let thy glorious morning dawn. 

Kingdoms wide, that sit in darkness, 
Grant them, Lord, the glorious light ; 

And from eastern coast to western, 
May the morning chase the night; 

And redemption, 
Freely purchased, win the day. 

3 Fly abroad, thou mighty gospel ; 
Win and conquer, never cease ; 
25 



386 missions. 

May thy lasting, wide dominions, 
Multiply, and still increase! 

Sway thy sceptre, 
Saviour, all the world around. 

Rev. Wm. Williams (1717-1791.) 

f)id Home Missions. 8s, 7s & 4s 

1 Saints of God! the dawn is brightening, 

Token of our coming Lord : 
O'er the earth the field is whitening ; 
Louder rings the Master's word, — 

"Pray for reapers 
In the harvest of the Lord." 

2 Now, O Lord! fulfil thy pleasure, 

Breathe upon thy chosen band, 
And, with pentecostal measure, 
Send forth reapers o'er our land, — 

Faithful reapers, 
Gathering sheaves for thy right hand. 

3 Broad the shadow of our nation, 

Eager millions hither roam ; 
Lo ! they wait for thy salvation ; 
Come, Lord Jesus ! quickly come! 

By thy Spirit 
Bring thy ransomed people home. 

4 Soon shall end the time of weeping, 

Soon the reaping time will come, — 
Heaven and earth together keeping 
God's eternal Harvest Home : 

Saints and angels ! 
Shout the world's great Harvest Home. 
Mrs. Mary Maxwell, 1875. 



missions. 387 

544 Glorious things. 83 & 7s. D. 

1 Gloeiotjs things of thee are spoken, 

Zion, city of our God ; 
He whose word cannot be broken 

Formed thee for his own abode ; 
On the Rock of Ages founded, 

What can shake thy sure repose ? 
With salvation's walls surrounded, 

Thou mays't smile at all thy foes. 

2 See, the streams of living waters, 

Springing from eternal love, 
Well supply thy sons and daughters, 

And all fear of want remove ; 
Who can faint while such a river 

Ever flows their thirst to assuage — 
Grace, which, like the Lord, the giver, 

Never fails from age to age? 

3 Round each habitation hovering, 

See the cloud and fire appear, 
For a glory and a covering, 

Showing that the Lord is near; 
Thus deriving from their banner 

Light by night and shade by day, 
Safe, they feed upon the manna 

Which he gives them when they pray. 
Rev. John Newton (1725-1807.) 



D4& On the mountain top appearing. 8s, 7s & 4s. 

1 On the mountain top appearing, 
Lo ! the sacred herald stands, 



3»» MISSIONS. 

Welcome news to Zion bearing — 
Zion long in hostile lands ; 

Mourning captive ! 
God himself will loose thy bands. 

2 Has thy night been long and mournful. 

All thy friends unfaithful proved ? 

Have thy foes been proud and scornful, 

By thy sighs and tears unmoved ? 

Cease thy mourning ; 
Zion still is well beloved. 

3 God, thy God, will now restore thee, 

He himself appears thy friend ; 
All thy foes shall flee before thee, 
Here their boasts and triumphs end ; 

Great deliverance 
Zion's King will quickly send. 

4 Peace and joy shall now attend thee, 

All thy warfare now is past, 
God, thy Saviour, shall defend thee, 
Peace and joy are come at last ; 

All thy conflicts 
End in everlasting rest. 

Rev. Thomas Kelly (1769-1855.) 

54© Spread of the Gospel. L. M. 

1 Ascend thy throne, almighty King, 

And spread thy glories all abroad ; 
Let thine own arm salvation bring, 
And be thou known the gracious God» 

2 Let millions bow before thy seat ; 

Let humble mourners seek thy face ; 



MISSIONS. 38^ 

Bring daring rebels to thy feet, 
Subdued by thy victorious grace. 

3 Oh ! let the kingdoms of the world 
Become the kingdoms of the Lord ; 
Let saints and angels praise thy name, 
Be thou through heaven and earth adored^ 

Rev. B. Beddome (1717-1875.) 
54 7 Conversion of the world. L. M„ 

1 Sovereign of worlds ! display thy power ; 
Be this thy Zion's favored hour; 

Bid the bright morning star arise, 
And point the nations to the skies. 

2 Set up thy throne where Satan reigns, — 
On Afric's shore, on India's plains, 

On wilds and continents unknown, — 
And make the nations all thine own. 

8 Speak ! and the world shall hear thy voice j 
Speak ! and the desert shall rejoice ; 
Scatter the gloom of heathen night, 
And bid all nations hail the light. 

Bourne Hall Draper (1775-1843.) 

D48 He shall sprinkle. 8s & 7s, IX. 

1 Saviour, sprinkle many nations, 

Fruitful let thy sorrows be ; 
By thy pains and consolations 

Draw the Gentiles unto thee : 
Of thy cross the wondrous story, 

Be it to the nations told ; 
Let them see thee in thy glory,. 

And thy mercy manifold- 



390 MISSIONS. 

2 Far and wide, though all unknowing, 

Pants for thee each mortal breast ; 
Human tears for thee are flowing, 

Human hearts in thee would rest, 
Thirsting, as for dews of even, 

As the new-mown grass for rain ; 
Thee they seek, as God of heaven, 

Thee, as man, for sinners slain. 

3 Saviour, lo ! the isles are waiting, 

Stretched the hand, and strained the sight, 
For thy Spirit, new creating 

Love's pure flame and wisdom's light ; 
Give the word, and of the preacher 

Speed the foot, and touch the tongue, 
Till on earth by every creature 

Glory to the Lamb be sung. 

Bp. Arthur Cleveland Coxe (1818 — .) 

549 Dawn of day, 7s & 6s» D- 

1 The morning light is breaking ; 

The darkness disappears ; 
The sons of earth are waking 

To penitential tears ; 
Each breeze that sweeps the ocean 

Brings tidings from afar 
Of nations in commotion, 

Prepared for Zion's war. 

'2 Rich dews of grace come o'er us 

In many a gentle shower, 

And brighter scenes before us 

Are opening every hour ; 



missions. 391 

Each cry to heaven going 

Abundant answers brings, 
And heavenly gales are blowing 

With peace upon their wings. 

3 See heathen nations bending 

Before the God we love, 
And thousand hearts ascending 

In gratitude above ; 
While sinners, now confessing, 

The gospel call obey, 
And seek the Saviour's blessing, 

A nation in a day. 

4 Blest river of salvation ! — 

Pursue thine onward way ; 
Flow thou to every nation, 

Nor in thy richness stay — 
Stay not till all the lowly 

Triumphant reach their home ; 
Stay not till all the holy 

Proclaim "The Lord is come." 

S. F. Smith (1808 — .) 

O&O Christian warfare. 7s & 6s, D^ 

1 Now be the gospel banner 

In every land unfurled ; 
And be the shout, " Hosanna ! " 

Re-echoed through the world, 
Till every isle and nation, 

Till every tribe and tongue, 
Receive the great salvation, 

And join the happy throng. 



392 missions. 

2 What though the embattled legions 

Of earth and hell combine ? 
His power throughout their regions 

Shall soon resplendent shine ; 
Hide on, O Lord! victorious, 

Immanuel, Prince of peace ! 
Thy triumph shall be glorious, 

Thine empire shall increase. 

3 Yes, thou shalt reign for ever, 

O Jesus, King of kings ! 
Thy light, thy love, thy favor, 

Each ransomed captive sings ; 
The isles for thee are waiting. 

The deserts learn thy praise, 
The hills and valleys greeting, 

The song responsive raise. 

Thos. Hastings (1784-1872.) 



Awake, arm of the Lord. L. TJt 



551 

1 Ajbm of the Lord ! awake, awake : 

Put on thy strength, the nations shake ; 
And let the world, adoring, see 
Triumphs of mercy wrought by thee. 

2 Say to the heathen, from thy throne, 
" I am Jehovah — God alone ! " 

Thy voice their idols shall confound, 
And cast their altars to the ground. 

3 ~No more let human blood be spilt, 
Tain sacrifice for human guilt ; 
But to each conscience be applied' 

The blood that flowed from Jesus' side. 



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4 Almighty God ! thy grace proclaim 
In every clime, of every name, 
Till adverse powers before thee fall, 
And crown the Saviour — Lord of all. 

Wm. Shrubsole (1759-1829.) 

552 Prayer for the Jews. L1L 

1 Disow:srED of heaven, by man oppressed, 

Outcasts from Sion's hallowed ground, 

Oh ! why should Israel's sons, once blessed. 

Still roam the scorning world around ? 

2 Lord, visit thy forsaken race. 

Back to thy fold the wanderers bring ; 
Teach them to seek thy slighted grace, 
And hail in Christ their promised King. 

3 The veil of darkness rend in twain 

Which hides their Shiloh's glorious light : 
The severed olive branch again 
Firm to its parent stock unite. 

4 Hail, glorious day, expected long, 

When Jew and Greek one prayer shall 
pour, 
With eager feet one people throng, 
With grateful praise one God adore. 

Anon. 

553 Spirit. L. M. 

1 O Spirit of the living God, 

In all thy plenitude of grace, 
Where'er the foot of man hath trod, 
Descend on our apostate race ! 



394 missions. 

2 Give tongues of fire and hearts of love 

To preach the reconciling word ; 
Give power and unction from above 
Whene'er the joyful sound is heard. 

3 Be darkness, at thy coming, light ; 

Confusion, order in thy path ; 
Souls without strength inspire with might; 
Bid mercy triumph over wrath. 

4 O Spirit of the Lord, prepare 

All the round earth her God to meet ; 
Breathe thou abroad like morning air, 
Till hearts of stone begin to beat. 

<5 Baptize the nations far and nigh ; 
The triumphs of the cross record ; 
The name of Jesus glorify 
Till every kindred call him Lord. 

Rev. James Montgomery (1771-1854.) 

554 Doxology. L. M. 

Peaise God, from whom all blessings flow ; 
Praise him, all creatures here below ; 

Praise him above, ye heavenly host ; 

Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 

Bp. Thomas Ken (1637-1711.) 

5?)5 Early piety. C. M. 

1 By cool Siloam's shady rill, 
How sweet the lily grows ; 
How sweet the breath beneath the hill 
Of Sharon's dewy rose. 



YOUTH. 39£ 

2 And such the child whose early feet 

The paths of peace have trod ; 
Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, 
Is upward drawn to God. 

3 By cool Siloam's shady rill 

The lily must decay : 
The rose that blooms beneath the hill 
Must shortly fade away. 

4 And soon, too soon, the wintry hour, 

Of man's maturer age, 
May shake the soul with sorrow's power, 
And stormy passion's rage. 

5 O thou, whose infancy was found 

With heavenly ray to shine, 
Whose years, with changeless virtue 
crowned. 
Were all alike divine ; 

6 Dependent on thy bounteous breath, 

We seek thy grace alone, 
In childhood, manhood, and in death, 
To keep us still thy own. 

Bp. Reg. Heber (1783-1826.) 

555 Children dedicated. C. M^ 

1 Now let the children of the saints 

Be dedicate to God 
Pour out thy Spirit on them, Lord, 
And wash them in thy blood. 

2 Thus to the parents and their seed 

Shall thy salvation come ; 
And numerous households meet at last 
In one eternal home. 

Rev. P. Doddridge (1702-1751. v . 



896 YOUTH. 

DD I Prayer for the children of the church. L. M 

1 Dear Saviour, if these lambs should stray 

From thy secure enclosure's bound, 
And, lured by worldly joys away, 
Among the thoughtless crowd be found. 

2 Remember still that they are thine, 

That thy dear, sacred name they bear; 
Think that the seal of love divine, 
The sign of covenant grace, they wear. 

3 In all their erring, sinful years, 

Oh! let them ne'er forgotten be; 
Remember all the prayers and tears 
Which made them consecrate to thee. 

4 And when these lips no more can pray, 

These eyes can weep for them no more, 
Turn thou their feet from folly's way, 
The wanderers to thy fold restore. 

Mrs. Abby Beadley Hyde (— 1872.) 

Q&O Of such is the kingdom of God. 8s, 7s & 6& 

1 There's a home for little children, 

Above the bright blue sky, 
Where Jesus reigns in glory ; 

A home of peace and joy ; 
No home on earth is like it, 

Or can with it compare, 
For every one is happy, 

Nor could be happier, there. 
. 2 There's a song for little children, 

Above the bright blue sky, 
A song that will not weary, 

Though sung continually; 



THE DEATH OF A CHILD. 397 

A song which even angels 

Can never, never sing ; 
They know not Christ as Saviour, 

But worship him as King. 
3 There's a crown for little children, 

Above the bright blue sky, 
A harp of sweetest music ; 

A palm of victory. 
All, all above is treasured 

And found in Christ alone ; 
Lord, grant thy little children 

To know thee as their own. 

Albert Mildame (1825 — .) 

559 The death of a child. C. M. 

1 Life is a span, a fleeting hour; 

How soon the vapor flies ; 
Man is a tender, transient flower, 
That, e'en in blooming, dies. 

2 The once loved form, now cold and dead, 

Each mournful thought employs ; 
And nature weeps her comforts fled, 
And withered all her joys. 

3 Hope looks beyond the bounds of time. 

When what we now deplore 
Shall rise in full, immortal prime, 
And bloom to fade no more. 

4 Cease, then, fond nature, cease thy tears, 

Religion points on high ; 
There everlasting spring appears, 
And joys that cannot die. 

Miss Anne Steele (1717-1778.) 



398 THE JUDGMENT. 

DbW Lo ! He comes. 89, 7s & 4a. 

1 Lo ! he comes, with clouds descending, 

Once for favored sinners slain ; 
Thousand, thousand saints attending 
Swell the triumph of his train ; 

Hallelujah! 
Jesus comes, he comes to reign 

2 Every eye shall now behold him 

Robed in dreadful majesty; 
Those who set at naught and sold him, 
Pierced and nailed him to the tree, 

Deeply wailing, 
Shall the true Messiah see. 

3 Every island, sea and mountain, 

Heaven and earth, shall flee away; 

All who hate him must, confounded, 

Hear the trump proclaim the day ; 

Come to judgment! 
Come to judgment! come away! 

4 Answer thine own Bride and Spirit ; 

Hasten, Lord! and quickly come; 
The new heaven, and earth to inherit 
Take thy pining exiles home; 

All creation 
Travails, groans, and bids thee come, 

5 Yea, amen! let all adore thee, 

High on thine eternal throne ; 
Saviour ! take the power and glory, 
Claim the kingdom for thine own ; 

Oh ! come quickly ! 
Hallelujah! come, Lord! come. 

Rev. Charles Wesley (1708-1788.) 
Rev. Martin Madan (1726-1790.) 



THE JUDGMENT. 399 

5bl Lo, Ee cometh. 8s, 7s & 4s. 

1 Lo ! he cometh : countless trumpets 

Blow to raise the sleeping dead ; 
'Midst ten thousand saints and angels, 
See their great exalted Head : 

Hallelujah ! 
Welcome, welcome, Son of God. 

2 Full of joyful expectation, 

Saints, behold the Judge appear ; 
Truth and justice go before him ; 
Now the royal sentence hear; 

Hallelujah ! 
Welcome, welcome, Judge divine. 

3 "Come, ye blessed of my Father, 

Enter into life and joy; 
Banish all your fears and sorrows ; 
Endless praise be your employ : " 

Hallelujah ! 
Welcome, welcome, to the skies. 

Rev. John Cennick (1717-1755.) 

*)\)Z The Day of Judgment 8s, 7s & 4s. 

1 Day of judgment, day of wonders ! 

Hark ! the trumpet's awful sound, 
Louder than a thousand thunders, 
Shakes the vast creation round ! 

How the summons 
Will the sinner's heart confound ! 

2 At his call the dead awaken, 

Rise to life from earth and sea ; 



400 THE JUDGMENT. 

All the powers of nature, shaken r 
By his look prepare to flee ; 

Careless sinner, 
What will then become of thee ? 

3 See the Judge our nature wearing, 
Clothed in majesty divine ; 
You who long for his appearing, 
Then shall say, This God is mine ! 

Gracious Saviour, 
Own me in that day for thine. 

Rev. John Newton (1725-1807.) 



Ot)e> The Judgment- Trumpet. 



7s & 4*. 



Haek, the judgment-trumpet sounding 
Rends the skies and shakes the poles ; 

Lo, the day, with wrath abounding, 
Breaks upon astonished souls : 

Every creature 
Now the awful Judge beholds. 

Jesus, Captain of salvation, 

Leads his armies down the skies ; 

Every kindred, tribe, and nation, 
From the sleep of death, arise : 
Heaven's loud summons 
Fills the world with dread surprise. 

Zion's King, his throne ascending, 
Calls his saints before his face ; 
Crowns, with glory never-ending, 
All the children of his grace : 

Heaven shall echo ; 
Songs of triumph fill the place. 

Rev. Nathan Sidney Smith Beman (1786-1871.) 



THE JUDGMENT. 401 

dbi Apprehension of Judgment. C. P. M- 

1 When thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come- 
To take thy ransomed people home, 

Shall I among them stand ? 
Shall such a worthless worm as I, 
Who sometimes am afraid to die, 

Be found at thy right hand ? 

2 I love to meet among them now, 
Before thy gracious feet to bow, 

Though vilest of them all: 
But can I bear the piercing thought,. 
What if my name should be left out, 

When thou for them shall call? 

3 Prevent, prevent it by thy grace; 

Be thou, dear Lord, my hiding-place, 

In this, the accepted day ; 
Thy pardoning voice, oh ! let me hear, 
To still my unbelieving fear, 

Nor let me fall, I pray. 

4 Let me among thy saints be found, 
Whene'er the archangels' trump shall sound r 

To see thy smiling face ; 
Then loudest of the throng I'll sing, 
While heaven's resounding mansions ring 

With shouts of sovereign grace. 
Selina Shirley, Countess of Huntington (1707-1791.) 

ObO Fleeing to Christ as a refuge. C, P. ML 

1 O thou, that hearest the prayer of faith, 
Wilt thou not save a soul from death, 
That casts itself on thee ? 



402 THE JUDGMENT. 

I have no refuge of my own, 
But fly to what my Lord has done, 
And suffered, once for me. 

*2 Slain in the guilty sinner's stead, 
His spotless righteousness I plead, 

And his atoning blood : 
Thy righteousness my robe shall be, 
Thy merit shall avail for me, 

And bring me near to God. 

8 Then snatch me from eternal death, 
The Spirit of adoption breathe, 

His consolation send : 
By him some word of life impart, 
And sweetly whisper to my heart, 
"Thy Maker is thy Friend." 

4 The king of terrors then would be 
A welcome messenger to me, 

To bid me come away : 
Unclogged by earth, or earthly things, 
I'd mount, I'd fly with eager wings, 
To everlasting day. 

Rev. A. M. Toplady (1740-1778.) 

5()0 Doxology. C. P. M. 

To Fathee, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
Be praise amid the heavenly host, 

And in the church below ; 
From whom all creatures draw their breath, 
By whom redemption blessed the earth, 

From whom all comforts flow. 

Tate and Brady, 1696. 



THE JUDGMENT. 403- 

&04 Necessity of regeneration, C. P. Ml 

1 Awaked by Sinai's awful sound, 
My soul in bonds of guilt I found, 

And knew not where to go ; 
Eternal truth did loud proclaim, 
4 'The sinner must be born again," 

Or sink to endless woe. 

2 When to the law I trembling fled, 
It poured its curses on my head, 

I no relief could find ; 
This fearful truth increased my pain,, 
44 The sinner must be born again," 

And whelmed my tortured mind.. 

3 Again did Sinai's thunders roll, 
And guilt lay heavy on my soul,. 

A vast oppressive load ; 
Alas ! I read and saw it plain, 
" The sinner must be bom again," 

Or drink the wrath of God. 

4 The saints I heard with rapture tell 
How Jesus conquered death and hell,, 

And broke the fowler's snare; 
Yet, when I found this truth remain, 
" The sinner must be born again," 

I sunk in deep despair. 

5 But while I thus in anguish lay 

The gracious Saviour passed this way r 

And felt his pity move ; 
The sinner, by his justice slain, 
Now by his grace is born again, 

And sings redeeming love. 

Rav. Sampson Occum (1723-1': 92. > 
Rev. Asahel Nettleton (1783-184i.> 



J 404 THE JUDGMENT. 

Df>o Prepare for judgment. C. P. M. 

1 Lo! on a narrow neck of land, 
'Twixt two unbounded seas I stand, 

Yet how insensible ! 
A point of time, a moment's space, 
Eemoves me to yon heavenly place, 

Or shuts me up in hell. 

12 O God ! my inmost soul convert, 
And deeply on my thoughtless heart 

Eternal things impress : 
Give me to feel their solemn weight, 
And save me ere it be too late ; 

Wake me to righteousness. 

3 Be this my one great business here, — 
With holy trembling, holy fear, 

To make my calling sure ! 
Thine utmost counsel to fulfil. 
And suffer all thy righteous will, 

And to the end endure ! 

4 Then, Saviour, then my soul receive, 
Then bid me in thy presence live, 

And reign with thee above ; 
Where faith is sweetly lost in sight, 
And hope, in full, supreme delight, 

And everlasting love. 

Rev. Charles Wesley (1708-1788.) 

5u?l Hark ! the sound of holy voices. 15s. 

1 Hark! the sound of holy voices, chanting 
at the crystal sea — 
Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia, Lord, to thee! 



HEAVENLY ANTICIPATIONS. 405 

Multitude, which none can number, like the 

stars in glory stands, 
Clothed in white apparel, holding palms of 

victory in their hands. 

2 They have come from tribulation, and have 

washed their robes in blood, 
Washed them in the blood of Jesus ; tried 

they were, and firm they stood : 
Mocked, imprisoned, stoned, tormented, 

sawn asunder, slain with sword, 
They have conquered death and Satan by 

the might of Christ, the Lord. 

3 Marching with thy cross their banner, they 

have triumphed following 
Thee, the Captain of salvation, thee their 

Saviour and their King ; 
Gladly, Lord, with thee they suffered; 

gladly, Lord, with thee they died ; 
And by death to life immortal they were 

born and glorified. 

4 Xow they reign in heavenly glory, now they 

walk in golden light, 
Xow they drink, as from a river, holy bliss 

and infinite : 
Love and peace they taste forever, and all 

truth and knowledge see 
In the beatific vision of the blessed Trinity. 

5 God of God, the One-begotten, Light of 

light, Emmanuel, 
In whose body, joined together, all the 
saints forever dwell ; 



40B HEAVENLY ANTICIPATIONS. 

Pour upon us of thy fullness, that we may 

for evermore 
God the Father, God the Son, and God the 

Holy Ghost adore. 

Bp. C. Wordsworth (1807-1885.) 

will Heavenly hope. C. M 

1 When I can read my title clear 

To mansions in the skies, 
I bid farewell to every fear, 
And wipe my weeping eyes. 

2 Should earth against my soul engage , 

And hellish darts be hurled, 
Then I can smile at Satan's rage, 
And face a frowning world. 

3 Let cares like a wild deluge come, 

And storms of sorrow fall ; 
May I but safely reach my home, 
My God, my heaven, my all. 

4 There shall I bathe my weary soul 

In seas of heavenly rest, 
And not a wave of trouble roll 
Across my peaceful breast. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 

D 4 1 The Father's house for me. C. M, 

1 Thy Father's house ! thine own bright home I 
And thou hast there a place for me ! 
Though yet an exile here I roam. 
That distant home by faith I see. 



HEAVENLY ANTICIPATIONS. 407 

2 I see its domes resplendent glow, 

Where beams of God's own glory fall, 
And trees of life immortal grow, 

Whose fruits o'erhang the sapphire wall. 

4 I know that thou, who on the tree 

Didst deign our mortal guilt to bear, 
Wilt bring thine own to dwell with thee, 
And waitest to receive them there. 

4 Thy love will there array my soul 

In thine own robe of spotless hue ; 
And I shall gaze, while ages roll, 
On thee with raptures ever new. 

5 O welcome day, when thou my feet 

Shalt bring the shining threshold o'er, 
A Father's warm embrace to meet, 
And dwell at home for evermore. 

Rev. Ray Palmer (1808-1887.) 

57 2> Doxology. C. M. 

To God the Father, God the Son, 
And God the Spirit, Three in One, 
Be honor, praise, and glory given, 
By all on earth, and all in heaven. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 

5*fQ The night is far spent, the day is at 

* * hand. lis & 10s. 

1 Hark ! hark, my soul ! angelic songs are 
swelling 
O'er earth's green fields and ocean's wave- 
beat shore: 



403 HEAVENLY ANTICIPATIONS. 

How sweet the truth those blessed strains 
are telling 
Of that new life when sin shall be no more. 
Cho. — Angels of Jesus, angels of light. 

Singing to welcome the pilgrims of 
the night. 

2 Onward we go, for still we hear them sing- 

ing, 
"Come, weary souls, for Jesus bids you 
come ; " 
And through the dark, its echoes sweetly 
ringing, 
The music of the gospel leads us home. 
Cho. — Angels of Jesus, etc. 

3 Far, far away, like bells at evening pealing, 

The voice of Jesus sounds o'er land and 
sea, 
And laden souls by thousands meekly steal- 
ing, 
Kind Shepherd, turn their weary steps to 
thee. 

Cho. — Angels of Jesus, etc. 

4 Rest comes at length ; though life be long 

and dreary, 
The day must dawn and darksome night 
be past ; 
Faith's journey ends in welcome to the 
weary, 
And heaven, the heart's true home, will 
come at last. 

Cho. — Angels of Jesus, etc. 



HEAVENLY ANTICIPATIONS. 40& 

5 Angels! sing on, your faithful watches 
keeping, 
Sing us sweet fragments of the songs 
above ; 
Till morning's joy shall end the night of 
weeping, 
And life's long shadows break in cloud- 
less love. 

Cho. — Angels of Jesus, etc. 

Eev. Frederick William Faber (1814-1863.) 

574 Thy will be done. 

1 " Thy will be done ! " || in devious way 

The hurrying stream of life may run; || 
Yet still our grateful hearts shall say, 
"Thy will be done." 

2 " Thy will be done! " || if o'er us shine 

A gladdening and a prosperous sun, || 
This prayer will make it more divine — 
" Thy will be done!" 

3 " Thy will be done ! " || though shrouded o'er 

Our path with gloom, one comfort, one, is 
ours : || 
To breathe, while we adore, 
"Thy will be done." 

Sir John Bowring (1792-1872.) 

D • e) Speed me to my rest. S. M. 

1 Fae from my heavenly home, 
Far from my Father's breast, 
Fainting I cry, blest Spirit, come, 
And speed me to my rest. 



410 HEAVENLY ANTICIPATIONS, 

2 Upon the willows long 

My harp has silent hung , 
How should I sing a cheerful song- 
Till thou inspire my tongue ? 

3 My spirit homeward turns, 

And fain would thither flee ; 
My heart, O Zion, droops and yearns 
When I remember thee. 

4 To thee, to thee I press, 

A dark and toilsome road ; 
When shall I pass the wilderness, 
And reach the saints' abode? 

5 God of my life, be near ; 

On thee my hopes I cast ; 
Oh ! guide me through the desert drear, 
And bring me home at last. 

Rev. Henry Francis Lyte (1793-1847.) 

DiD Give to the winds thy fears, S. M. 

1 Give to the winds thy fears ; 

Hope, and be undismayed : 
God hears thy sighs, and counts thy tears ; 
God shall lift up thy head. 

2 Through waves and clouds and storms, 

He gently clears thy way ; 
Wait thou his time, so shall this night 
Soon end in joyous day. 

3 Far, far above thy thought 

His counsel shall appear, 
When fully he the work hath wrought 
That caused thy needless fear. 

Rev. Paul Gerhardt (1606-1676.) 
Tr. by Rev. John Wesley (1703-i791.> 



HEAVENLY ANTICIPATIONS. 411 

57 7 Forever ivith the Lord, S. M. 

1 Forever with the Lord : 

Amen, so let it be ; 
Life from the dead is in that word, 
'Tis immortality. 

2 Here in the body pent, 

Absent from him I roam, 
Yet nightly pitch my moving tent, 
A day's march nearer home. 

3 My Father's house on high, 

Home of my soul, how near, 
At times, to faith's far-seeing eye, 
Thy golden gates appear. 

4 " Forever with the Lord ; " 

Father, if 'tis thy will. 
The promise of that faithful word 
E'en here to me fulfil. 

James Montgomery (1771-1854.) 

iO We are compassed about. 10s & 4s» 

1 Fob all the saints, who from their labors 

rest, 

Who, thee, by faith before the world con- 
fessed, 

Thy name, O Jesus, be forever blest, 
Hallelujah ! 

2 Thou wast their rock, their fortress, and 

their might ; 
Thou, Lord, their captain in the well-fought 

fight; 
Thou, in the darkness drear, their one true 

light. 

Hallelujah ! 



412 HEAVENLY ANTICIPATIONS. 

3 Oh, may thy soldiers, faithful, true, and 

bold, 
Fight as the saints who nobly fought of old, 
And win, with them, the victor's crown of 

gold. 

Hallelujah ! 

4 Oh ! blest communion, fellowship divine ! 
We feebly struggle ; they in glory shine ! 
Yet all are one in thee, for all are thine. 

Hallelujah ! 

5 And when the strife is fierce, the warfare 

long, 
Steals on the ear the distant triumph-song, 
And hearts are brave again, and arms are 

strong ! 

Hallelujah ! 

6 The golden evening brightens in the west ; 
Soon, soon, to faithful warriors cometh rest; 
Sweet is the calm of Paradise the blest. 

Hallelujah ! 

7 But lo! there breaks a yet more glorious 

day; 
The saints triumphant rise in bright array ; 
The King of glory passes on his way ! 
Hallelujah ! 

8 From earth's wide bounds, from ocean's 

farthest coast, 
Through gates of pearl streams in the 

countless host, 
Singing to Father, Son, and Holy Ghost — 
Hallelujah! 

Bp. W. W. How (1823 — .) 



HEAVENLY ANTICIPATIONS. 41S 

DlH Weary of earth. 10s., 

1 Weary of earth and laden with my sin, 
I look at heaven and long to enter in, 
But there no evil thing may find a home ; 
And yet I hear a voice that bids me> 

"Come." 

2 So vile I am, how dare I hope to stand 
In the pure glory of that holy land ? 
Before the whiteness of that throne appear? 
Yet there are hands stretched out to draw 

me near. 

3 The while I fain would tread the heavenly 

way, 
Evil is ever with me, day by day ; 
Yet on mine ears the gracious tidings fall, 
" Repent, confess, thou shalt be loosecL 

from all." 

4 It is the voice of Jesus that I hear, 

His are the hands stretched out to draw me 

near, 
And his the blood that can for all atone, 
And set me faultless there before the throne- 

5 'Twas he who found me on the deathly 

wild, 

And made me heir of heaven, the Fathers 
child, 

And day by day, whereby my soul may- 
live, 

Gives me his grace of pardon, and will 
give. 



414 HEAVENLY ANTICIPATIONS. 

6 Yea, thou wilt answer for me, righteous 

Lord ; 
Thine all the merits, mine the great reward ; 
Thine the sharp thorns, and mine the 

golden crown, 
Mine the life won, and thine the life laid 

down. Rev. S. J. Stone (1839 — .) 

Oolf Remember me. 10s. 

1 Lord, when with dying lips my prayer is said, 

Grant that in faith thy kingdom I may 
see; 
And, thinking on thy cross and bleeding head, 

May breathe my parting words, "Re- 
member me." 

2 Remember me, but not my shame or sin ; 

Thy cleansing blood hath washed them 
all away; 
Thy precious death for me did pardon win ; 
Thy blood redeemed me in that awful day. 

3 Remember me ; yet how canst thou forget 
What pain and anguish I have caused to 
thee, 
The cross, the agony, the bloody sweat, 
And all the sorrow thou didst bear for me ? 

-4 Remember me ; and, ere I pass away, 

Speak thou the assuring word that sets us 
free, 
And make thy promise lo my heart, "To- 
day 
Thou, too, shalt rest in paradise with nie." 
Rev. W. D. Maclagan (1826 — .) 



HEAVENLY ANTICIPATIONS. 415 

Do I A new heaven, and a new earth. C. Ml. 

1 Lo, what a glorious sight appears 

To our believing eyes ; 
The earth and seas are passed away, 
And the old rolling skies. 

2 From the third heaven where God resides,. 

That holy, happy place, 
The new Jerusalem comes down, 
Adorned with shining grace. 

3 Attending angels shout for joy, 

And the bright armies sing, 
" Mortals, behold the sacred seat 
Of your descending King. 

4 ' ' The God of glory down to men 

Removes his blest abode ; 
Men, the dear objects of his grace, 
And he the loving God. 

5 * ( His own soft hand shall wipe the tears 

From every weeping eye ; 
And pains, and groans, and griefs, and fears„ 
And death itself shall die." 

6 How long, dear Saviour, oh! how long 

Shall this bright hour delay? 
Fly swifter round, ye wheels of time, 
And bring the welcome day. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 

e)82 The Resurrection. C M_ 

1 Lo, I behold the scattering shades, 
The dawn of heaven appears ; 
The sweet immortal morning spreads 
Its blushes round the spheres. 



416 HEAVENLY ANTICIPATIONS. 

.2 I see the Lord of glory come. 
And flaming guards around ; 
The skies divide to make him room. 
The trumpet shakes the ground. 
^ I hear the voice, " Ye dead arise, n 
And lo, the graves obey ; 
And waking, saints with joyful eyes 
Salute the expected day. 
4 Oh ! may my humble spirit stand 
Amongst them clothed in white ; 
The meanest place at his right hand 
Is infinite delight. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 

t)oc5 Dying hymn. C. M. 

1 Earth, with its dark and dreadful ills, 

Recedes and fades away : 
Lift up your heads, ye heavenly hills, 
Ye gates of death, give away. 

2 My soul is full of whispered song, 

My blindness is my sight; 
The shadows that I feared so long 
Are all alive with light. 

3 The while my pulses faintly beat, 

My faith doth so abound, 
I feel grow firm beneath my feet 
The green, immortal ground. 

4 The palace walls I almost see 

Where dwells my Lord and King ; 
O grave, where is thy victory, 
5 death, where is thy sting ! 

Miss Alice Cary (1820-187L) 



TIME AXD ETEEXITY. 417 

584 The Christian Pilgrim. 9s, 10s & lis. 

1 I'm a pilgrim, and I'm a stranger, 

I can tarry, I can tarry but a night ; 
Do not detain me, for I am going 
To where the fountains are ever flowing. 
I'm a pilgrim, and I'm a stranger, 
I can tarry, I can tarry but a night. 

2 There the sunbeams are ever shining, 

I am longing, I am longing for the sight. 
Within a country unknown and dreary, 
I have been wandering forlorn and 
weary. 

I'm a pilgrim, etc. 

3 Of that country, to which I am going, 
My Redeemer, my Redeemer is the light ; 

There are no sorrows, nor any sighing, 
Nor any sin there, nor any dying. 
I'm a pilgrim, etc, 
Mary S. P. B. D. Shindler (1810—.) 

585 The armies of God. 7s & 6s, D. 

1 Tex thousand times ten thousand, 

In sparkling raiment bright, 
The armies of the ransomed saints 

Throng up the steeps of light ; 
'Tis finished, all is finished, 

Their fight with death and sin ; 
Fling open wide the golden gates, 

And let the victors in. 

2 What rash of hallelujahs 

Fills all the earth and sky ! 

27 



418 TIME AND ETERNITY. 

What ringing of a thousand harps 

Bespeaks the triumph nigh ! 
day, for which creation 

And all its tribes were made ! 
O joy, for all its former woes, 

A thousand-fold repaid ! 
3 Bring near thy great salvation, 

Thou Lamb for sinners slain ; 
Fill up the roll of thine elect, 

Then take thy power, and reign; 
Appear, Desire of nations — 

Thine exiles long for home- 
Show in the heaven thy promised sign, 

Thou Prince and Saviour, come! 

Rev. Henry Alford (1810-1871.) 
DoD Aspiring after heaven. 7s & 6s, D. 

1 Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings. 

Thy better portion trace ; 
Rise from transitory things, 

Towards heaven, thy native place: 
Sun and moon and stars decay ; 

Time shall soon this earth remove ; 
Rise, my soul, and haste away, 

To seats prepared above. 

2 Rivers to the ocean run, 

Nor stay in all their course ; 
Fire ascending seeks the sun: 

Both speed them to their source : 
So a soul that's born of God 

Pants to view his glorious face, 
Upward tends to his abode, 

To rest in his embrace. 



TIME A1STD ETERNITY. 419 

3 Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn ; 
Press onward to the prize ; 
Soon our Saviour will return, 

Triumphant in the skies. 
Yet a season, and you know, 

Happy entrance will be given ; 
All our sorrows left below, 

And earth exchanged for heaven. 

Rev. Robert Seagrave ^1693—.) 

9 87 Doxology. 7s & 6s. D, 

Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 

One God, whom we adore, 
Join we with the heavenly host 

To praise thee evermore ; 
Live, by heaven and earth adored, 

Three in One, and One in Three, 
Holy, holy, holy Lord, 

All glory be to thee ! 

Rev. Charles Wesley (1708-1788.) 

Do8 Till He come ! 7s. D. 

1 " Till Tie come! " — oh! let the words 
Linger on the trembling chords ; 
Let the "little while" between 

In their golden light be seen; 

Let us think how heaven and home 

Lie beyond that " till Tie come!" 

2 When the weary ones we love 
Enter on that rest above ; 

When the words of love and cheer 
Fall no longer on our ear : 
Hush ! be every murmur dumb, 
It is only ' ' till Tie come I " 



420 TIME AND ETEENITY. 

3 Clouds and darkness round us press ; 
Would we have one sorrow less ? 
All the sharpness of the cross, 

All that tells the world is loss, 
Death, and darkness, and the tomb, 
Pain us only "till lie come! " 

4 See ! the feast of love is spread ; 
Drink the wine and eat the bread; 
Sweet memorials, till the Lord 
Call us round his heavenly board, 
Some from earth, from glory some, 
Severed only "till Tie come!" 

Bp. Ed. H. Bicker steth, 1825. 

Doif Praise of the redeemed in heaven. 7s, IX 

1 High, in yonder realms of light, 

Dwell the raptured saints above . 
Far beyond our feeble sight, 

Happy in Immanuel's love ; 
Pilgrims in this vale of tears. 

Once they knew, like us below. 
Gloomy doubts, distressing fears, 

Torturing pain, and heavy woe. 

2- Oft the big unbidden tear, 

Stealing down the furrowed cheek, 
Told, in eloquence sincere. 

Tales of woe they could not speak. 
But these days of weeping o'er, 

Past this scene of toil and pain, 
They shall feel distress no more, 

Never, never weep again. 



TIME AND ETEENITY. 421 

'Mid the chorus of the skies, 

'Mid the angelic lyres above, 
Hark! their songs melodious rise, 

Songs of praise to Jesus' love. 
Happy spirits, ye are fled 

Where no grief can entrance find; 
Lulled to rest, the aching head, 

Soothed, the anguish of the mind. 

All is tranquil and serene, 

Calm and undisturbed repose ; 
There no cloud can intervene, 

There no angry tempest blows. 
Every tear is wiped away, 

Sighs no more shall heave the breast ; 
Night is lost in endless day, 

Sorrow, in eternal rest. 

Rev. Thomas Raffles (1788-1863.) 



580 



ImmanueVs land. P, M. 



1 The sands of time are sinking ; 

The dawn of heaven breaks ; 
The summer morn I've sighed for, 

The fair, sweet morn awakes. 
Dark, dark hath been the midnight, 

But dayspring is at hand, 
And glory — glory dwelleth 

In Immanuel's land. 

2 O Christ! he is the fountain, 

The deep, sweet well of love ; 
The streams on earth I've tasted, 
More deep I'll drink above ; 



422 TIME AND ETEENITY. 

There to an ocean fullness 

His mercy doth expand, 
And glory — glory dwelleth 

In Immanuel's land. 

3 With mercy and with judgment 

My web of time he wove, 

And aye the dews of sorrow 

Were lustred by his love ; 

I'll bless the hand that guided, 

I'll bless the heart that planned, 
When throned where glory dwelleth, 
In Immanuel's land. 

Mrs. Anne R. Cousin (1824 — .) 



591 



Rest in heaven. S. M 



1 And is there, Lord, a rest 

For weary souls designed, 
Where not a care shall stir the breast, 
Or sorrow entrance find ? 

2 Is there a blissful home 

Where kindred minds shall meet, 
And live, and love, nor ever roam 
From that serene retreat ? 

3 Are there celestial streams 

Where living waters glide, 
With murmurs sweet as angel dreams, 
And flowery banks beside ? 

4 For ever blessed they 

Whose joyful feet shall stand, 
While endless ages waste away 
Amid that glorious land ! 



TIME AND ETEKNITY. 423 

5 My soul would thither tend, 

While toilsome years are given ; 
Then let me, gracious God! ascend 
To sweet repose in heaven. 

Rev. Ray Palmer (1808-1887.) 

&&& Shining shore. P. H. 

1 My days are gliding swiftly by, 

And I, a pilgrim stranger, 
Would not detain them as they fly, — 
Those hours of toil and danger : 

For now we stand on Jordan's strand, 

Our friends are passing over; 
And, just before, the shining shore 
We may almost discover. 

2 Our absent King the watchword gave, — 

"Let every lamp be burning; " 
We look afar, across the wave, 
Our distant home discerning. 
For now, etc. 

3 Should coming days be dark and cold, 

We will not yield to sorrow, 
For hope will sing, with courage bold, 
4i There's glory on the morrow ! " 
For now, etc. 

4 Let storms of woe in whirlwinds rise, 

Each cord on earth to sever, — 
There — bright and joyous in the skies — 
There — is our home forever. 
For now, etc. 

Rev. David Kelson (1793-1841.) 



424 TIME AND ETEEXITY. 



A little while. P. M. 



598 

1 And is it so ? "A little while," 

And then the life undying, 
The light of God's unclouded smile, 

The singing for the sighing ? 
" A little while" — glorious word! 

Sweet solace of our sorrow ; 
And then " forever with the Lord," 

The everlasting morrow. 

2 Then be it ours to journey on 

In paths that he decrees us, 
Where his own feet before have gone, 

Our strength, our hope, our Jesus ; 
In lowly fellowship with him, 

The cross appointed bearing ; 
For oh ! a crown no grief can dim, 

One day we shall be wearing. 

3 Oh ! 'twill be passing sweet to gaze 

On him in all his glory ; 
And, lost in love and glad amaze, 

To shout redemption's story; 
Till angels bend to catch the strain 

Our human lips are swelling, 
And ''worthy is the Lamb once slain," 

Resounds through heaven's high dwelling. 

Anon. 

594 Beyond. P.M. 

1 Beyond the smiling and the weeping 

I shall be soon, I shall be soon; 

Beyond the waking and the sleeping, 

Beyond the sowing and the reaping, 

1 shall be soon, I shall be soon. 



TIME AXD ETEENITY. 425 

Ref. — Love, rest and home! 
Sweet, sweet home ! ■ 
Lord, tarry not, 

Lord, tarry not, but come. 

2 Beyond the blooming and the fading, 

I shall be soon, I shall be soon ; 
Beyond the shining and the shading, 
Beyond the hoping and the dreading, 

I shall be soon, I shall be soon. 
Ref. — Love, rest and home! etc. 

3 Beyond the parting and the meeting 

I shall be soon, I shall be soon ; 
Beyond the farewell and the greeting, 
Beyond the pulse's fever beating, 

I shall be soon, I shall be soon. 
Ref. — Love, rest and home! etc. 

4 Beyond the frost-chain and the fever 

I shall be soon, I shall be soon ; 
Beyond the rock-waste and the river, 
Beyond the ever and the never, 

I shall be soon, I shall be soon. 
Ref. — Love, rest and home! etc. 

Rev. Horattas Bonar (1808-1890.) 

D?/D " Changed into the same image." C. M. 

1 O Saviotte, may we never rest 

Till thou art formed within ; 
Till thou hast calmed our troubled breast, 
And crushed the power of sin 1 

2 Oh ! may we gaze upon thy cross 

Until the wondrous sight 



426 TIME AND ETEEXTTY. 

Makes earthly pleasures seem but dross, 
And earthly sorrows light ! 

3 Until, released from carnal ties, 

Our spirit upward springs, 
And sees true peace above the skies, 
True joy in heavenly things ! 

4 There, as we gaze, may we become 

United, Lord, to thee, 
And in a fairer, happier home 
Thy perfect beauty see ! 

William H. Bathurst (1796 — .) 



Heaven. C. M. 5 1. 



596 

1 There is an hour of peaceful rest 

To mourning wanderers given; 
There is a joy for souls distressed, 
A balm for every wounded breast : 

'Tis found above — in heaven. 

2 There is a home for weary souls, 

By sin and sorrow driven ; — 
When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals, 
When storms arise, and ocean rolls, 

And all is drear — but heaven. 

3 There faith lifts up her cheerful eye 

To brighter prospects given, 
And views the tempest passing by, 
The evening shadows quickly fly, 

And all serene — in heaven. 



TIME AND ETEENITT. 427 

4 There fragrant flowers immortal bloom, 
And joys supreme are given ; 
There rays divine disperse the gloom ; 
Beyond the confines of the tomb 
Appears the dawn of heaven ! 

Rev. W. B. Tappan (1794-1849.) 

D" I Heaven and home. C. M. 

1 The saints of God, from death set free, 

With joy shall mount on high ; 
The heavenly hosts, with praises loud, 
Shall meet them in the sky. 

2 Together to their Father's house 

With joyful hearts they go, 
And dwell forever with the Lord, 
Beyond the reach of woe. 

3 A few short years of evil past, 

We reach the happy shore, 
Where death-divided friends at last 
Shall meet to part no more. 

if. Bruce (1746-1767.) 

DJJo Give me the wings of faith. C. M. 

1 Give me the wings of faith, to rise 

Within the veil, and see 
The saints above, how great their joys, 
How bright their glories be. 

2 Once they were mourning here below, 

And wet their couch with tears , 
They wrestled hard, as we do now, 
With sins, and doubts, and fears. 



428 TIME AND ETEKNITY. 

3 I ask them whence their victory came ; 

They, with united breath, 
Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb, 
Their triumph to his death. 

4 They marked the footsteps that he trod, 

His zeal inspired their breast ; 
And following their incarnate God, 
Possessed the promised rest. 

5 Our glorious Leader claims our praise 

For his own pattern given ; 
While the long cloud of witnesses 
Shows the same path to heaven. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 

t)t/«7 Best for evermore. 7s & 5b. 

1 When the day of toil is done, 
When the race of life is run, 
Father, grant thy wearied one 

Rest for evermore. 

2 When the strife of sin is stilled, 
When the foe within is killed, 
Be thy gracious word fulfilled — 

Peace for evermore. 

3 When the darkness melts away 
At the breaking of thy day, 
Bid us hail the cheering ray, 

Light for evermore. 

4 When the heart, by sorrow tried, 
Feels at length its throbs subside, 
Bring us where all tears are dried — 

Joy for evermore. 



TIME AND ETERNITY. 42& 

5 When for vanished days we yearn, 
Days that never can return, 
Teach us in thy love to learn 

Love for evermore. 

6 When the breath of life is flown, 
When the grave must claim its own, 
Lord of life, be ours thy crown, 

Life for evermore. 

Rev. John Ellerton (1826 — . ) 



Death welcome to the believer. lis. 



600 

1 I would not live alway ; I ask not to stay 
Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the 

way; 
The few lurid mornings that dawn on us 

here 
Are enough for life's woes, full enough for 

its cheer. 

2 I would not live alway, thus fettered by sin, 
Temptation without, and corruption within, 
E'en the rapture of pardon is mingled with 

fears, 
And the cup of thanksgiving with penitent 
tears. 

3 I would not live alway ; no, welcome the 

tomb; 
Since Jesus hath lain there I dread not its 

gloom ; 
There sweet be my rest till he bid me arise, 
To hail him in triumph descending the 

skies. 



430 TIME AND ETERNITY. 

4 Who, who would live alway, away from his 

God, 
Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode, 
Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the 

bright plains, 
And the noontide of glory eternally reigns ; 

5 Where the saints of all ages in harmony 

meet 
Their Saviour and brethren, transported to 

greet; 
While the anthems of rapture unceasinglv 

roll, 
And the smile of the Lord is the feast of 

the SOUl. Rev. W. A. Muhlenberg (1796-1877.) 

Mil Looking to Jesus. lis. 

1 Oh! eyes that are weary, and hearts that 

are sore! 
Look off unto Jesus, and sorrow no more : 
The light of his countenance shineth so 

bright, 
That here, as in heaven, there need be no 

night. 

2 When looking to Jesus I go not astray, 
My eyes are upon him, he shows me the 

way; 
The path may seem dark, as he leads me 

along, 
But, following Jesus, I cannot go wrong. 

3 Still looking to Jesus, oh ! may I be found, 
When Jordan's dark waters encompass me 

round; 



TIME AND ETERNITY. 431 

They'll bear me away in his presence to be, 
And see him still nearer, whom always I 
see. 

4 Then, then shall I know the full beauty and 
grace 
Of Jesus, my Lord, when I stand face to 

face — 
Shall know how his love went before me 

each day, 
And wonder that ever my eyes turned away. 
Rev. John N. Darby (1800-1882.) 



The new Jerusalem. C. M. 



€02 

1 Jerusalem, my happy home, 

Name ever dear to me ! 
When shall my labors have an end, 
In joy and peace and thee ? 

2 When shall these eyes thy heaven-built 

walls 
And pearly gates behold ? 
Thy bulwarks, with salvation strong, 
And streets of shining gold ? 

3 Oh ! when, thou city of my God ! 

Shall I thy courts ascend, 
Where congregations ne'er break up, 
And Sabbaths have no end? 

4 There happier bowers than Eden's bloom, 

Nor sin nor sorrow know ,- 
Blest seats, through rude and stormy scenes, 
I onward press to you. 



432 TIME AND ETERNITY. 

5 Why should I shrink at pain and woe, 
Or feel at death dismay ? 
I've Canaan's goodly land in view, 
And realms of endless day. 

Williams and Boderis Collection, 1801. 

t>V«$ Mother, dear, Jerusalem, C. M„ 

1 O mother, dear, Jesusalem, 

When shall I come to thee ? 
When shall my sorrows have an end ! 
Thy joys when shall I see ? 

2 O happy harbor of the saints ! 

O sweet and pleasant soil ! 
In thee no sorrow may be found, 
No grief, no care, no toil. 

3 No dimming cloud overshadows thee, 

No gloom, nor darksome night ; 
But every soul shines as the sun, 
For God himself gives light. 

4 Quite through the streets, with silver sound, 

The flood of life doth flow, 
Upon whose banks, on either side, 
The tree of life doth grow. 

5 Those trees each month yield ripened fruit, 

For evermore they spring, 
And all the nations of the earth, 
To thee their honors bring. 

Rev. David Dickson (1583-1663.) 



TIME AND ETERNITY. 433 

v"4 Prospect of heaven. C. ML 

1 There is a land of pure delight, 

Where saints immortal reign ; 
Infinite day excludes the night, 
And pleasures banish pain. 

2 There everlasting spring abides, 

And never- withering flowers ; 

Death, like a narrow sea, divides 

This heavenly land from ours. 

3 Sweet fields, beyond the swelling flood, 

Stand dressed in living green ; 

So to the Jews old Canaan stood, 

While Jordan rolled between. 



4 But timorous mortals start and shrink, 

To cross this narrow sea ; 
And linger, shivering on the brink, 
And fear to launch away. 

5 Oh ! could we make our doubts remove, 

Those gloomy doubts that rise I 
And see the Canaan that we love 
With unbeclouded eyes ; 

6 Could we but climb where Moses stood, 

And view the landscape o'er, 
Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood. 
Should fright us from the shore. 

Rev, Isaac Watts (1674^1748.) 
18 



434 TIME AND ETERNITY. 

foUD Rest in heaven. C. M. 

1 O land of rest, for thee I sigh ; 

When will the moment come 
That I shall lay my armor by, 
And dwell in peace at home ? 

2 No tranquil joys on earth I know, 

No peaceful, sheltering dome ; 
This world's a wilderness of woe, 
This world is not my home. 
£ To Jesus Christ I flee for rest ; 
He bids me cease to roam, 
And lean for succor on his breast, 
And he'll conduct me home. 
4 Weary of wandering round and round 
This vale of sin and gloom, 
I long to quit the unhallowed ground, 
And dwell with Christ at home. 

Mrs. Elizabeth Mills (1805-1829.) 

fjOfo Rest for the weary. 8s & 7s. 

1 In the Christian's home in glory 
There remains a land of rest, 
There my Saviour's gone before me, 
To fulfil my soul's request. 
Refrain. — There is rest for the weary, 
There is rest for the weary, 
There is rest for the weary, 
There is rest for you ; 
On the other side of Jordan, 
In the sweet fields of Eden, 
Where the tree of life is blooming, 
There is rest for you. 



TIME AND ETEENITT. 435 

2 This is not my place of resting, 

Mine's a city yet to come ; 
Onward to it I am hasting, 
On to my eternal home. — Ref. 

3 In it all is light and glory, 

O'er it shines a nightless day ; 
Every trace of sin's sad story, 

All the curse hath passed away. — Ref. 

4 There the Lamb, our Shepherd, leads us 

By the streams of life along, 
On the freshest pastures feeds us, 
Turns our sighing into song. — Ref. 

Rev. J. Y. Harmer (1809—.) 

607 Thy will he done. 8s & 7s fc 

1 Jesus, while our hearts are bleeding 

O'er the spoils that death has won, 
We would at this solemn meeting 

Calmly say, " Thy will be done. — Cho. 

2 Though cast down, we're not forsaken ; 

Though afflicted, not alone ; 
Thou didst give, and thou hast taken- 
Blessed Lord, ' ' Thy will be done." — Cho.. 

3 Tho' to-day we're filled with mourning, 

Mercy still is on the throne ; 
With thy smiles of love returning, 

We can sing — " Thy will be done. — Cho. 

4 By thy hands the boon was given, 

Thou hast taken but thine own ; 
Lord of earth, and God of heaven, 
Evermore — "Thy will be done." — Cho. 
TJiomas Hastings (1784-1872. > 



436 TIME AND ETEKNITY. 

608 The Eternal Sabbath, L. M. 

1 Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love, 
But there's a nobler rest above ; 

To that, our longing souls aspire, 
With ardent love and strong desire. 

2 In thy blest kingdom, we shall be 
From every mortal trouble free ; 

No groans shall mingle with the songs, 
Which warble from immortal tongues. 

3 No rude alarms of raging foes, 
No cares to break the long repose, 
No midnight shade, no clouded sun, 
But sacred, high, eternal noon. 

4 Oh ! long expected day, begin ! 
Dawn on this world of woe and sin ; 
Fain would we leave this weary road, 
And sleep in death, and rest in God. 

Rev. Philip Doddridge (1702-1751.) 



Home in Heaven, L. M. 



609 

1 As when the weary traveller gains 

The height of some o'erlooking hill, 
His heart revives, if 'cross the plains, 
He eyes his home, though distant still. 

2 While he surveys the much-loved spot, 

He slights the space that lies between -, 
His past fatigues are now forgot, 
Because his journey's end is seen. 



TIME AND ETERNITY. 437 

3 Thus when the Christian pilgrim views. 

By faith, his mansion in the skies, 
The sight his fainting strength renews, 
And wings his speed to reach the prize. 

4 The thought of home his spirit cheers, 

No more he grieves for troubles past ; 
Nor any future trial fears, 
So he may safe arrive at last. 

5 'Tis there, he says, I am to dwell, 

With Jesus, in the realms of day; 
Then I shall bid my cares farewell, 
And he will wipe my tears away. 

6 Jesus, on thee our hope depends, 

To lead us on to thine abode ; 
Assured our home will make amends 
For all our toil while on the road. 

Rev. John Newton (1725-1807.) 

t)10 Hymns of the angels. 8s, D. 

1 Ye angels ! who stand round the throne, 

And view my Immanuel's face, — 
In rapturous songs make him known, 

Oh ! tune your soft hearts to his praise : 
He formed you the spirits you are, 

So happy, so noble, so good ; 
"When others sank down in despair, 

Confirmed by his power, ye stood. 

2 Ye saints ! who stand nearer than they 

And cast your bright crowns at his feet, 
His grace and his glory display, 
And all his rich mercy repeat : 



438 TIME AND ETERNITY, 

He snatched you from hell and the grave, 
He ransomed from death and despair ; 

For you he was mighty to save, 
Almighty to bring you safe there. 

3 Oh ! when will the period appear 
When I shall unite in your song ? 
I'm weary of lingering here. 

And I to your Saviour belong ! 
I want — oh ! I want to be there, 
To sorrow and sin bid adieu — 
Your joy and your friendship to share — 
To wonder, and worship with you. 

Miss Maria Be Fleury, 1791- 

Oil What must it be to be there / 8s, IX 

1 We speak of the realms of the blest, 

That country so bright and so fair; 
And oft are its glories confessed ; 

But what must it be to be there ! 
We speak of its pathways of gold, 

Its walls decked with jewels most rare ; 
Its wonders and pleasures untold ; 

But what must it be to be there ! 

2 We speak of its freedom from sin, 

From sorrow, temptation, and care; 
From trials without and within ; . 

But what must it be to be there ! 
We speak of its service of love, 

The robes which the glorified wear; 
The church of the First-born above ; 

But what must it be to be there ! 

Mrs. Elizabeth Mills (1S05-1S29.) 



TIME AND ETERNITY. 439 

*)1 1 My faith looks up. 6s & 4s. 

1 My faith looks up to thee, 
Thou Lamb of Calvary, 

Saviour divine ! 
How hear ine while I pray, 
Take all my guilt away, . 
Oh ! let me, from this day, 

Be wholly thine ! 

2 May thy rich grace impart 
Strength to my fainting heart ; 

My zeal inspire ; 
As thou hast died for me, 
Oh ? may my love to thee, 
Pure, warm, and changeless be, 

A living fire. 

3 While life's dark maze I tread, 
And griefs around me spread, 

Be thou my guide , 
Bid darkness turn to day, 
Wipe sorrow's tears away, 
Nor let me ever stray 

From thee aside. 

4 When ends life's transient dream, 
When death's cold, sullen stream 

Shall o'er me roll, 
Blest Saviour ! then, in love, 
Fear and distrust remove ; 
Oh ! bear me safe above, 

A ransomed soul ! 

Rev. Ray Palmer (180S-1887.) 



440 TIME AXD ETERNITY. 

OlO The Christian's Home. 6s & 4s. 

1 I'm but a stranger here, 

Heaven is my home ; 
Earth is a desert drear, 

Heaven is my home ; 
Dangers and sorrows stand 
Round me on every hand ; 
Heaven is my Fatherland, 

Heaven is my home. 

2 What though the tempests rage, 

Heaven is my home ; 
Short is my pilgrimage, 

Heaven is my home ; 
And time's wild wintry blast 
Soon will be over, past, 
I shall reach home at last,- 

Heaven is my home. 

3 Therefore, I murmur not, 

Heaven is my home ; 
Whate'er my earthly lot, 

Heaven is my home ; 
And I shall surely stand 
There at my Lord's right hand ; 
Heaven is my Fatherland, — 

Heaven is my home. 

4 There, at my Saviour's side, 

Heaven is my home ; 
I shall be glorified, 
Heaven is my home ; 



TIME AND ETERXITY. 441 

There are the good and blest : 
Those I love most and best; 
There, too, I soon shall rest, 
Heaven is my home. 
Rev. Thomas Rawson Taylor (1807-1835.) 

foil Happy Land. 6s, 4s & 7s, 

1 Theee is a happy land, 

Far, far away, 
Where saints in glory stand, 

Bright, bright as day ; 
Oh ! how they sweetly sing, 
Worthy is our Saviour King ; 
Loud let his praises ring, 

Praise, praise for aye. 

2 Come to that happy land, 

Come, come away : 
Whv will ye doubting stand, 

Why still delay ? 
Oh! we shall happy be, 
When from sin and sorrow free, 
Lord, we shall live with thee, 

Blest, blest for aye ! 

3 Bright, in that happy land, 

Beams every eye : 
Kept by a Father's hand, 

Love cannot die. 
Oh! then to glory run, 
Be a crown and kingdom won ; 
And bright above the sun, 

We reign for aye. 

Andrew Young (1807-1S89.) 



442 TIME AND ETERNITY. 

615 Paradise. P. BL 

1 O Paradise, O Paradise, 

Who doth not crave for rest ? 
Who would not seek the happy land 
Where they that loved are blest ? 
Chorus. — Where loyal hearts and true, 
Stand ever in the light, 
All rapture through and through r 
In God's most holy sight. 

2 O Paradise, O Paradise, 

The world is growing old ; 
Who would not be at rest and free 
Where love is never cold ? — Cho. 

3 O Paradise, O Paradise, 

'Tis weary waiting here; 
I long to be where Jesus is, 

To feel, to see him near; — Cho. 

4 O Paradise, O Paradise, 

I want to sin no more, 
I want to be as pure on earth 
As on thy spotless shore ; — Cho. 

5 O Paradise, Paradise, 

I greatly long to see 
The special place my dearest Lord 
In love prepares for me; — Cho. 

6 Lord Jesus, King of Paradise, 

Oh! keep me in thy love, 
And guide me to that happy land 
Of perfect rest above. — Cho. 

Bev. F. W. Faber (1814-1863.) 



TIME AND ETEKNITY. 443 

vlo Heaven the Christian'' s home. lis. 

1 'Mid scenes of confusion and creature com- 

plaints, 
How sweet to my soul is communion with 

saints ; 
To find at the banquet of mercy there's 

room, 
And feel, in the presence of Jesus, at home. 
Home, home, sweet, sweet home. 

2 Sweet bonds, that unite all the children of 

peace ; 

And thrice blessed Jesus, whose love can- 
not cease ; 

Though oft from thy presence in sadness I 
roam, 

I long to behold thee in glory at home. 
Home, home, sweet, sweet home. 

3 I sigh from this body of sin to be free, 
Which hinders my joy and communion with 

thee; 
Though now my temptations ike billows 

may foam, 
All, all will be peace when I'm with thee at 

home. 

Home, home, sweet, sweet home. 

4 While here in the valley of conflict I stay, 
Oh! give me submission and strength as my 

day; 
In all my afflictions to thee would I come, 
Rejoicing in hope of my glorious home. 
Home, home, sweet, sweet home. 



444 TIME AND ETERNITY. 

5 - Whate'erthou deniest, oh ! giveme thy grace, 
The Spirit's sure witness, and smiles of thy 

face; 
Inspire me with patience to wait at thy 

throne, 
And find even now a sweet foretaste of home. 
Home, home, sweet, sweet home. 

6 I long, dearest Lord, in thy beauties to shine,. 
No more as an exile in sorrow to pine, 
And in thy dear image arise from the tomb, 
With glorified millions to praise thee at 

home. 
Home, home, sweet, sweet home. 

David Denham (1791-1848.) 

Ml The heavenly city. 7s & 6s, IX 

1 Jerusalem, the glorious ! 

The glory of the elect, — 
O dear and future vision 

That eager hearts expect ! 
Even now by faith I see thee, 

Even here thy walls discern ; 
To thee my thoughts are kindled, 

And strive, and pant, and yearn. 

2 With jasper glow thy bulwarks, 

Thy streets with emeralds blaze ; 
The sardius and the topaz 

Unite in thee their rays ; 
Thine ageless walls are bonded 

With amethyst unpriced ; 
The saints build up its fabric, 

The corner-stone is Christ. 



TIME AND ETEKNITY. 445 

3 O sweet and blessed country, 
The home of God's elect ! 
O sweet and blessed country, 

That eager hearts expect ! 
Jesus, in mercy bring us 

To that dear land of rest, 
Who art, with God the Father, 
And Spirit, ever blest. 

Bernard of Cluny, c. 1145* 
Tr, by Rev. John Mason Neale, 1851. Alt. 

Olo On Jordan's rugged tanks, C. M_ 

1 On Jordan's rugged banks I stand, 

And cast a wishful eye 
To Canaan's fair and happy land, 
Where my possessions lie. 

2 O'er all those wide, extended plains 

Shines one eternal day ; 
There God the Son forever reigns, 
And scatters night away. 

3 When shall I reach that happy place,. 

And be forever blest ? 
When shall I see my Father's face, 
And in his bosom rest ? 

4 Filled with delight, my raptured soul 

Would here no longer stay ; 
Though Jordan's waves around me roll, 
Fearless I'd launch away. 

Rev. Samuel Stinnett (1727-1795.) 



446 TIME AND ETERNITY. 

I$19 Rock of Ages. 7s & 6s, D. 

1 O God, the Rock of Ages, 

Who evermore hast been, 
What time the tempest rages, 

Our dwelling-place serene ; 
Before thy first creations, 

O Lord, the same as now, 
To endless generations 

The everlasting thou! 

2 Our years are like the shadows 

On sunny hills that lie, 
Or grasses in the meadows 

That blossom but to die ; 
A sleep, a dream, a story 

By strangers quickly told, 
An unremaining glory 

Of things that soon are old. 

3 O thou who canst not slumber, 

Whose light grows never pale, 
Teach us aright to number 

Our years before they fail. 
On us thy mercy lighten ! 

On us thy goodness rest ! 
And let thy Spirit brighten 

The hearts thyself hast blessed! 

4 Lord, crown our faith's endeavor 

With beauty and with grace, 
Till, clothed in light forever, 
We see thee face to face : 



TIME AND ETERNITY. 447 

A joy no language measures ; 

A fountain brimming o'er; 
An endless flow of pleasures ; 

An ocean without shore. 

Bp. Edward Henry Bickersteth (1825—) 1862. 



620 



Paradise of joy. 7s & 6s, Du 

1 For thee, O dear, dear country, 

Mine eyes their vigils keep ; 
For very love, beholding 

Thy happy name, they weep ; 
The mention of thy glory 

Is unction to the breast, 
And medicine in sickness, 

And love, and light, and rest. 

2 O one, O only mansion ! 

O Paradise of joy! 
Where tears are ever banished, 

And smiles have no alloy , 
The Lamb is all thy splendor, 

The Crucified thy praise , 
His laud and benediction 

Thy ransomed people raise. 

3 Thou hast no shore, fair ocean i 

Thou hast no time, bright day! 
Dear fountain of refreshment 

To pilgrims far away! 
Upon the Rock of Ages, 

They raise thy holy tower ; 
Thine is the victor's laurel. 
And thine the golden dower. 

Bernard of Cluny, c. 1145.. 
Tr. by Rev. John Mason Scale. 1851. 



448 TIME AND ETERNITY. 

0,41 " Darkness comelh never." 7s & 6s, P 

1 Oh ! land relieved from sorrow ! 

Oh ! land secure from tears ! 
Oh! respite on the morrow 

From all the toil of years ! 
To thee we hasten ever, 

To thee our steps ascend, 
Where darkness cometh never, 

And joy shall never end. 

2 Oh ! happy, holy, portal 

For God's own blest elect : 
Oh! region, pure, immortal, 

With better spring bedecked: 
Thy pearly doors for ever 

Their welcome shall extend, 
Where darkness cometh never, 

And joy shall never end. 

3 Oh ! home where God the Father 

Takes all his children in : 
Where Christ the Son shall gather 

The sinners saved from sin : 
No might nor fear shall sever 

A friend from any friend, 
For darkness cometh never, 

And joy shall never end. 

4 Rise, then, oh! brightest morning! 

Come, then, triumphant day ! 
When into new adorning 
We change and pass away : 



TIME AND ETERNITY. 449 

For so with firm endeavor, 

Our spirits gladly tend, 
Where darkness cometh never, 

And joy shall never end. 

Rev. Samuel W. Duffield (—1887.) 

bZi The golden city. 73 & 63. -D. 

1 Jerusalem, the golden, 

With milk and honey blest ! 
Beneath thy contemplation 

Sink heart and voice oppressed : 
I know not, oh ! I know not 

What joys await me there ! 
What radiancy of glory, 

What light beyond compare ! 

2 They stand, those halls of Zion, 

All jubilant with song, 
And bright with many an angel, 

And all the martyr throng ; 
The Prince is ever in them, 

The daylight is serene ; 
The pastures of the blessed 

Are decked in glorious sheen. 

3 There is the throne of David ; 

And there, from care released, 
The song of them that triumph, 

The shout of them that feast ; 
And they who, with their Leader 

Have conquered in the fight, 
Forever and forever 

Are clad in robes of white. 



450 TIME AND ETEENITY. 

4 O sweet and blessed country, 

The home of God's elect ; 
O sweet and blessed country, 

That eager hearts expect ! 
Exult, O dust and ashes ! 

The Lord shall be thy part : 
His only, his forever, 

Thou shalt be, and thou art! 

Bernard of Cluny, c. 1145. 
Tr. by Rev. John M. Neale (1813-1866.) 



Short toil. 7s & 6s, D„ 



623 

1 Brief life is here our portion ; 

Brief sorrow, short-lived care ; 
The life that knows no ending. 

The tearless life, is there ; 
Oh! happy retribution! 

Short toil, eternal rest ; 
For mortals and for sinners, 

A mansion with the blest. 

2 And there is David's fountain, 

And life in fullest glow ; 
And there the life is golden, 

And milk and honey flow ; 
The light that hath no evening, 

The health that hath no sore, 
The life that hath no ending, 

But lasteth evermore. 

3 There Jesus shall embrace us, 

There Jesus be embraced, — 
That spirit's food and sunshine, 
Whence earthly love is chased ; 



TIME AND ETERNITY. 451 

Tes 1 God, my King and Portion, 

In fullness of his grace, 
We then shall see forever, 
And worship face to face. 

Bernard of Cluny, c. 11i5. 
Tr. by Rev. J. M. Neale (1813-1866.) 

624 " We walk by faith.'' 1 S. M. 

1 If, through unruffled seas, 

Toward heaven we calmly sail, 
With grateful hearts, O God to thee, 
We'll own the favoring gale. 

2 But should the surges rise, 

And rest delay to come. 
Blest be the sorrow — kind the storm, 
Which drives us nearer home. 

3 Soon shall our doubts and. fears 

All yield to thy control ; 
Thy tender mercies shall illume 
The midnight of the soul. 

4 Teach us, in every state, 

To make thy will our own ; 
And when the joys of sense depart, 
To live by faith alone. 

Rev. A. M. Toplady (1740-1778.) 

$>-£& Rest only found in God. S. M. 

1 Oh ! where shall rest be found, 
Rest for the weary soul ? 
? Twere vain the ocean's depths to sound, 
Or pierce to either pole. 



452 TIME AND ETEKNITY. 

2 The world can never give 

The bliss for which we sigh ; 
'Tis not the whole of life to live, 
Nor all of death to die. 

3 Beyond this vale of tears 

There is a life above, 
Unmeasured by the flight of years, 
And all that life is love. 

4 There is a death whose pang 

Outlasts the fleeting breath ; 
Oh ! what eternal horrors hang 
Around " the second death ! " 

5 Lord God of truth and grace, 

Teach us that death to shun, 
Lest we be banished from thy face 
And evermore undone. 

6 Here would we end our quest ; 

Alone are found in thee 
The life of perfect love, the rest 
Of immortality. 

James Montgomery (1771-1854.) 

uZk The Forgiven Debt. 7s, 6 L 

1 When this passing world is done, 
When has sunk yon glaring sun, 
When we stand with Christ in glory, 
Looking o'er life's finished story ; 
Then, Lord, shall I fully know, 
Not till then, how much I owe. 

2 When I stand before the throne, 
Dressed in beauty not my own ; 



TIME AND ETEKNITY. 453 

When I see thee as thou art, 
Love thee with unsinning heart; 
Then, Lord, shall I fully know, 
Not till then, how much I owe. 

3 When the praise of heaven I hear, 
Loud as thunders to the ear, 
Loud as many waters' noise, 
Sweet as harp's melodious voice; 
Then, Lord, shall I fully know, 
Not till then, how much I owe. 

Rev. Robert Murray McCheyne (1813-1843.) 

|),X < Now let our souls. L. M_ 

1 Now let our souls, on wings sublime, 
Rise from the vanities of time, 
Draw back the parting vail, and see 
The glories of eternity. 

2 Born by a new, celestial birth, 

Why should we grovel here on earth ? 
Why grasp at vain and fleeting toys, 
So near to heaven's eternal joys ? 

3 Shall aught beguile us on the road, 
While we are walking back to God ? 
For strangers into life we come, 
And dying is but going home. 

4 Welcome, sweet hour of full discharge, 
That sets our longing souls at large, 
Unbinds our chains, breaks up our celL 
And gives us with our God to dwell. 



454 DEATH OF THE CHRISTIAN. 

5 To dwell with God, to feel his love, 
Is the full heaven enjoyed above ; 
And the sweet expectation now 
Is the young dawn of heaven below. 

Rev. Thomas Gibbons (1720-1785.) 

bZo Funeral hymn. 12s. 

1 Thou art gone to the grave, but we will not 

deplore thee ; 
Though sorrows and darkness encompass 

the tomb, 
The Saviour has passed through its portals 

before thee, 
And the lamp of his love is thy guide 

through the gloom. 

2 Thou art gone to the grave, we no longer 

behold thee, 
ISor tread the rough path of the world by 
thy side ; 
But the wide arms of mercy are spread to 
enfold thee, 
And sinners may hope, since the Sinless 
hath died. 

3 Thou art gone to the grave, and its mansions 

forsaking, 
Perhaps thy tried spirit in doubt lingered 
long; 
But the sunshine of heaven beamed bright 
on thy waking, 
And the song that thou heard'st was the 
seraphim's song. 



DEATH OF THE CHRISTIAN 455 : 

4 Thou art gone to the grave, but 'twere wrong 
to deplore thee, 
When God was thy ransom, thy guardian 
and guide ; 
He gave thee, and took thee, and soon will 
restore thee, 
Where death has no sting, since the Sa- 
viour has died. 

Bp. Reginald Heber (1783-1826.) 



There is a calm. L. M. 



629 

1 There is a calm for those who weep, 

A rest for weary pilgrims found ; 
They softly lie and sweetly sleep 
Low in the ground. 

2 The storm that sweeps the wintry sky, 

No more disturbs their deep repose, 
Than summer evening's latest sigh 
That shuts the rose. 

3 Then, traveller in the vale of tears, 

To realms of everlasting light, 
Through time's dark wilderness of years 
Pursue thy flight. 

James Montgomery (1771-1854.) 

b«SU Death at prime. 10s. 

1 Go to the grave in all thy glorious prime ! 
In full activity of zeal and power ; 
A Christian cannot die before his time; 
The Lord's appointment is the servant's 
hour. 



456 DEATH OF THE CHRISTIAN. 

2 Go to the grave ; at noon from labor cease ; 

Rest on thy sheaves, thy harvest task is 

done ; 
Come from the heat of battle, and in peace. 
Soldier! go home; with thee the fight is 

won. 

3 Go to the grave, for there thy Saviour lay 

In death's embraces, ere he rose on high ; 
And all the ransomed, by that narrow way, 
Pass to eternal life beyond the sky. 

4 Go to the grave ? no, take thy seat above ! 

Be thy pure spirit present with the Lord, 
Where thou for faith and hope hast perfect 
love, 
And open vision for the written word. 

James Montgomary (1771-1854.) 

\>«51 Separations in time. S. H. M. 

1 Feiexd after friend departs ; 

Who has not lost a friend ? 
There is no union here of hearts 

That finds not here an end. 
Were this frail world our final rest, 
Living or dying none were blest. 

2 Beyond the flight of time, 

Beyond the weight of death, 
There surely is some blessed clime 

Where life is not a breath ; 
Kor life's affections, transient fire, 
Whose sparks fly upward and expire. 



DEATH OF THE CHEISTIAN. 457 

3 There is a world above, 

Where parting is unknown ; 
A long eternity of love, 

Formed for the good alone : 
And faith beholds the dying here, 
Translated to that glorious sphere. 

4 Thus star by star declines, 

Till all are passed away, 
As morning high and higher shines 

To pure and perfect day ; 
Nor sink those stars in empty night, 
But hide themselves in heaven's own light. 
J.Montgomery (1771-1851.) 



632 



Not death to die. S. M. 



1 It is not death to die ; 

To leave this weary road, 
And, 'midst the brotherhood on high, 
To be at home with God. 

2 It is not death to close 

The eye long dimmed by tears, 
And wake, in glorious repose, 
To spend eternal years. 

3 It is not death to bear 

The wrench that set us free 
From dungeon chain, to breathe the air 
Of boundless liberty. 

4 It is not death to fling 

Aside this sinful dust, 
And rise on strong, exulting wing> 
To live among the just. 



^458 DEATH OF THE CHEISTIAN. 

5 Jesus, thou Prince of life 
Thy chosen cannot die ; 
Like thee, they conquer in the strife, 
To reign with thee on high. 

Rev. C. Malan (1787-1864.) 
Tr. by Dr. Bethune. 

bS8 Doxology. S. M. 

To Fathee, Son, and Holy Ghost, 

The God whom we adore, 
Be glory, as it was, is now, 

And shall be ever more. 



X>34 We are confident. C, M. 

1 Why do we mourn departing friends, 

Or shake at death's alarms? 
'Tis but the voice that Jesus sends, 
To call them to his arms. 

2 Are we not tending upward, too, 

As fast as time can move ? 
Nor would we wish the hours more slow, 
To keep us from our love. 

3 Why should we tremble to convey 

Their bodies to the tomb ? 
There the dear flesh of Jesus lay, 
And scattered all the gloom. 

4 The graves of all the saints he blessed, 

And softened every bed ; 
Where should the dying members rest, 
But with the dying Head? 



DEATH OF THE CHRISTIAN. 459 

5 Thence he arose, ascending high, 
And showed our feet the way : 
Up to the Lord we, too, shall fly, 
At the great rising day. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 

6B5 Peaceful Death. S. M- 

1 Oh ! for the death of those 

Who slumber in the Lord, 
Oh! be like theirs my last repose. 
Like theirs my last reward I 

2 Their bodies in the ground 

In silent hope may lie, 
Till the last trumpet's joyful sound. 
Shall call them to the sky. 

3 Their ransomed spirits soar. 

On wings of faith and love. 

To meet the Saviour they adore, 

And reign with him above. 

4 With us their names shall live 

Through long succeeding years, 
Embalmed with all our hearts can give.-. 
Our praises and our tears. 

5 Oh ! for the death of those 

Who slumber in the Lord, 
Oh ! be like theirs my last repose, 
Like theirs my last reward ! 

Dr. William Maxwell (1784-1857.) 



460 DEATH OF THE CHRISTIAN. 

t>€$fo How still and peaceful. CM. 

1 How still and peaceful is the grave ! 
Where, life's vain tumults past, 
The appointed house, by heaven's decree, 
Receives us all at last. 

"3 The wicked there from troubling cease: 
Their passions rage no more ; 
And there the weary pilgrim rests 
From all the toils he bore. 

3 There servants, masters, small and great, 

Partake the same repose ; 
And there, in peace, the ashes mix, 
Of those who once were foes. 

4 All, leveled by the hand of death, 

Lie sleeping in the tomb, 
Till God in judgment calls them forth 
To meet their final doom. Anon. 

OQM Asleep in Jesus. L. M. 

1 Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep i 
From which none ever wakes to weep ! 
A calm and undisturbed repose, 
Unbroken by the last of foes I 

2 Asleep in Jesus ! oh ! how sweet 
To be for such a slumber meet ! 
With holy confidence to sing 

That death hath lost its venomed sting. 

3 Asleep in Jesus ! peaceful rest ! 
Whose waking is supremely blest ; 
ISTo fear — no woe, shall dim that hour 
That manifests the Saviour's power. 



DEATH OF THE CHRISTIAN. 461 

4 Asleep in Jesus ! oh ! for me 
May such a blissful refuge be ! 
Securely shall my ashes lie, 
Waiting the summons from on high. 

5 Asleep in Jesus ! time nor space 
Debars this precious "hiding-place" ; 
On Indian plains, or Lapland snows, 
Believers find the same repose. 

6 Asleep in Jesus ! far from thee 

Thy kindred and their graves may be ; 
But there is still a blessed sleep, 
From which none ever wakes to weep. 

Mrs. Margaret Mackay (1801—) 1832. 

%&0 The dying Christian. L. M. 

1 Gently, my Saviour! let me down, 

To slumber in the arms of death ; 
I rest my soul on thee alone, 
E'en till my last expiring breath. 

2 Bid me possess sweet peace within ; 

Let child-like patience keep my heart; 
Then shall I feel my heaven begin, 
Before my spirit hence depart. 

3 Oh! speed thy chariot, God of love! 

And take me from this world of woe ; 
I long to reach those joys above, 
And bid farewell to all below. 

4 There shall my raptured spirit raise 

Still louder notes than angels sing, — 
High glories to Immanuel's grace, 
My God, my Saviour, and my King ! 

Rev. Rowland Hill (1744-1832.) 



462 DEATH OF THE CHRISTIAN. 

fed" Burial of Believers. L. M. 

1 Unvail thy bosom, faithful tomb ! 

Take this new treasure to thy trust, 
And give these sacred relics room 
To seek a slumber in the dust. 

2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear, 

Invade thy bounds: — no mortal woes 
Can reach the peaceful sleeper here, 
While angels watch the soft repose. 

3 So Jesus slept ; — God's dying Son 

Passed through the grave and blessed the 
bed! 
Rest here, blest saint ! — till, from his throne* 
The morning break, and pierce the shade- 

4 Break from his throne, illustrious morn! 

Attend, O earth ! his sovereign word ; 
Restore thy trust; — a glorious form 
Shall then arise to meet the Lord. 

Rev. Isaac Watti (1674-1748.) 

o4 W Death of the righteous. L. M» 

1 How blest the righteous when he dies ! 

When sinks a weary soul to rest; 
How mildly beam the closing eyes,' 
How gently heaves the expiring breast ! 

2 So fades a summer cloud away, 

So sinks the gale when storms are o'er ; 
So gently shuts the eye of day, 
So dies a wave along the shore. 

3 A holy quiet reigns around, 

A calm which life nor death destroys ; 



DEATH OF THE CHEISTIAN. 463 

Nothing disturbs that peace profound, 
Which his unfettered soul enjoys. 

4 Farewell, conflicting hopes and fears, 

Where lights and shades alternate dwell ; 
How bright the unchanging morn appears ; 
Farewell, inconstant world, farewell ! 

Life's duty done, as sinks the clay, 

Light from its load the spirit flies ; 
While heaven and earth combine to say, 
''How blest the righteous when he dies.*' 
Mrs. Anna Laetitia Barbauld (1743-1825.) 

\)41 Death swallowed up in victory. ~L. M. 

1 We sing his love who once was slain, 
Who soon o'er death revived again, 

That all his saints through him might have 
Eternal conquests o'er the grave. 

2 The saints who now in Jesus sleep, 
His own almighty power shall keep, 
Till dawns the bright, illustrious day, 
When death itself shall pass away. 

2 When Jesus we in glory meet, 
Our utmost joys shall be complete : 
When landed on that heavenly shore, 
Death and the curse will be no more. 

4 Hasten, dear Lord, the glorious day, 
And that delightful scene display ; 
When all thy saints from death shall rise, 
Haptured in bliss beyond the skies. 

Rev. Rowland Bill (1744-1833.) 



464 DEATH OF THE CHRISTIAN. 

hH The soldier's discharge. S. M 

1 Servant of God, well done ! 

Rest from thy loved employ ; 
The battle fought, the victory won, 
Enter thy Master's joy. 

2 At midnight came the cry, 

"To meet thy God prepare ! " 
He woke, and caught his captain's eye, 
Then, strong in faith and prayer, 

3 His spirit, with a bound. 

Left its encumbering clay ; 
His tent, at sunrise, on the ground 
A darkened ruin lay. 

4 The pains of death are past ; 

Labor and sorrow cease ; 
And life's long warfare closed at last, 
His soul is found in peace. 

5 Soldier of Christ, well done ! 

Praise be thy new employ , 
And while eternal ages run, 
Rest in thy Saviour's joy. 

J. Montgomery (1771-18S4.> 



Xearer home. S. &L 



643 

1 One sweetly solemn thought 

Comes to me o'er and o'er. 
Nearer my parting hour am I 
Than e'er I was before. 

2 Nearer my Father's house, 

Where many mansions be ; 



DEATH OF THE CHRISTIAN. 465 

Nearer the throne where Jesus reigns, 
Nearer the crystal sea. 

3 Nearer my going home, 

Laying my burden down, 
Leaving my cross of heavy grief, 
Wearing my starry crown. 

4 Nearer that hidden stream, 

Winding through shades of night, 
Rolling its cold dark waves between 
Me and the world of light. 

5 Jesus, to thee I cling ; 

Strengthen my arm of faith ; 
Stay near me while my way-worn feet 
Press through the stream of death. 

Miss Phebe Cary (1825-1871. )• 



644 



A little while, S. M„ 



1 A few more years shall roll, 

A few more seasons come, 
And we shall be with those that rest, 
Asleep within the tomb ; 
Kef. — Then, O my Lord, prepare 

My soul for that glad day ; 
Oh ! wash me in thy precious blood, 
And take my sins away. 

2 A few more struggles here, 

A few more partings o'er, 
A few more toils, a few more tears, 
And we shall weep no more. — Ref.. 

30 



-466 DEATH OF THE CHKISTIAN. 

3 A few more storms shall beat 

On this wild, rocky shore, 
And we shall be where tempests cease, 
And surges swell no more. — Kef. 

4 A few more Sabbaths here 

Shall cheer us on our way, 
And we shall reach the endless rest, 
The eternal Sabbath day. — Ref. 

5 'Tis but a little while, 

And he shall come again, 
Who died that we might live, who lives 
That we with him may reign. — Ref. 
Rev. Horatius Bo?iar (18Q8-189(X) 



CHANTS. 



u4e) Gloria in Excelsis. 

1 Glory be to | God on | highland on earth J 

peace, good- | will toward | men. 

2 We praise thee, we bless thee, we | wor- 

ship | thee, 11 we glorify thee, we give 
thanks to | thee for | thy great | glory. 

3 O Lord God, | heavenly | King, || God the | 

Father | al- | mighty, 

4 O Lord, the only begotten Son, | Jesus | 

Christ; || O Lord God, Lamb of | God., 
Son | of the | Father, 

5 That takest away the | sins of the | world, j 

have mercy | upon | us. 

6 Thou that takest away the | sins of the | 

world, | have mercy | upon | us. 

7 Thou that takest away the | sins of the | 

world, || re- | ceive our | prayer. 

8 Thou that sittest at the right hand of | God 

the j Father, || have mercy | upon | us. 

9 For thou | only art | holy ; || thou | only | 

art the Lord; 

10 Thou only, O Christ! with the | Holy 
Ghost, || art most high in the | glory of | 
God the | Father. || A- | me^. 
467 



468 CHANTS. 

846 Psalm xcv. 

i O come, let us sing | unto the | Lord : || Let 
us heartily rejoice in the | strength of | 
our sal- | vation. 

2 Let us come before his presence | with 

thanks- | giving ; || And show ourselves | 
glad in | him with | psalms. 

B For the Lord is a | great — | God ; || And a 
great | King a- | bove all | gods. 

4 In his hands are all the corners | of the [ 

earth; || And the strength of the | hills 
is [ His — | also. 

5 The sea is his | and he | made it ; || And his 

hands pre- | pared | — the dry | land. 

6 O come, let us worship | and fall | down ; |[ 

And kneel be- | fore the | Lord our | 
Maker. 

7 For he is the \ Lord our | God ; || And we 

are the people of his pasture, and the | 
sheep of | his — | hand. 

3 O worship the Lord in the | beauty of | 

holiness ; || Let the whole | earth stand 
in | awe of | him. 

S For he cometh, for he cometh to | judge 
the | earth ; || And with righteousness to 
judge the world, and the | people | with 
his I truth. 



CHARTS. 469 

10 Glorv be to the Father. ! and to the | Son, |! 

And to the | Ho- | ly ! Ghost ; 

11 As it was in the beginning, is now, and | 

ever shall be, |! World with-out end, 
men. 

647 Psalm lxYii. 

1 God be merciful unto ' us, and | bless us || 

and cause his | face to [ shine up- | on us. 

2 That thy way may be r known up- [ on I 

earth, : Thy saving | health a- mong 
. all | nations. 

3 Let the people [ praise thee, O God! [[ let 

all the | peo-ple praise — | thee, 

4. Oh ! let the nations be glad and | sing for 
joy, || for thou shalt judge the people 
righteously, and govern the na-tions j 
up-on earth. 

5 Let the people praise thee, God ! || let 
all the peo-ple praise — thee. 

G Then shall the earth yield her increase, || 
and God, even our own God, shall [ 

3S— US. 

7 God shall ' bless — I us, '! and all the ends 
of the ! earth shall | fear — j him. 

3 God shall bless as, " and all the ends of 
the | earth shall fear — | him. 



470 CHANTS. 

9 Blessed be the Lord God, the | God of [ 
Israel || who only | doeth | wondrous | 
things. 
10 And blessed be his glorious | name for 
ever : || and let the whole earth be | filled 
with his | glory ; A- | men. 

648 Gloria Patri. 

Gloey be to the Father, and to the Son, and 

to the Holy Ghost ; 
As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever 

shall be, world without end. Amen, 

Amen. 

Offr?F Beyond the smiling and the weeping. 

1 Beyond the smiling and the weeping | I 

shall be | soon : || Beyond the waking and 
the sleeping, | Beyond the sowing and 
the reaping, | I shall be | soon : || Love, 
rest and | home ! | Sweet | home ! | Lord ! 
tarry | not, but | come. 

2 Beyond the blooming and the fading | I 

shall be | soon : || Beyond the shining and 
the shading, | Beyond the hoping and the 
dreading, | I shall be | soon : || Love, rest 
and | home ! | Sweet | home ! | Lord ! 
tarry | not, but | come. 

3 Beyond the parting and the meeting | I 

shall be | soon; || Beyond the farewell 
and the greeting, | Beyond the pulse's 
fever beating. | I shall be | soon : || = Love, 
rest and | home ! | Sweet | home ! | Lord I 
tarry | not, but | come. 



CHANTS. 471 

4 Beyond, the frost-chain and the fever | I 
shall be | soon ; || Beyond the rock- waste 
and the river, j Beyond the ever and the 
never, | I shall be | soon. || Love, rest 
and | home ! | Sweet | home ! | Lord ! 
tarry | not, but | come. 

Rev. H. Bonar (1808-1890.) 

€50 With tearful eyes. 

1 With tearful eyes I look around; Life 

seems a dark and \ stormy | sea ; || Yet 
'midst the gloom I hear a sound, A hea- 
venly I whisper, | Come to | me. 

2 It tells me of a place of rest, It tells me 

where my | soul may | flee ; || Oh ! to the 
weary, faint, opprest, How sweet the | 
bidding, | Come to | me! 

3 Oh ! voice of mercy ! voice of love ! In con- 

flict, grief, and j ago- | ny, || Support me, 
cheer me from above! And gently | whis- 
per, | "Come to | me." 

4 I come : all else must fail and die ; Earth 

has no resting- | place for [ me ; || To 
Christ I lift my weeping eye: Thou art 
my | hope ; I | come to | thee. 

Miss Charlotte Elliott (1789-1871.) 

fe*)l Psalm xc. 

1 Lord, thou hast been our | dwelling- | 

place || In | all — | gener- | ations. 

2 Before the mountains were brought forth, 

or ever thou hadst formed the | earth 
and the ! world, || Even from everlasting 
to ever- | lasting, | thou art God. 



473 CHAXTS. 

3 Thou turnest man | to de- | struction ; |[ 

And sayest, Re- | turn, ye | children 
of | men. 

4 For a thousand years in thy sight are but 

as yesterday, | when it is | past, || And 
as a | watch — j in the | night. 

5 Thou earnest them away as with a flood ; 

they are | as a | sleep : || In the morning- 
they are like | grass which | groweth | 
up. 

6 In the morning it fiourisheth, and | grow- 

eth | up ; || In the evening it is cut | 
down, and | wither- | eth. 

7 For we are consumed | by thine | anger, |f 

And by thy | wrath — j are we | trou- 
bled. 

8 Thou has set our iniquities | before | thee,|[ 

Our secret sins in the | light of thy | 
counte- | nance. 

9 For all our days are passed away | in thy | 

wrath : || We spend our years as a \ 
tale — | that is | told. 

10 The days of our years are three-score years 

and ten; and if by reason of strength 
they be | four-score | years, || Yet is 
their strength labor and sorrow ; for it 
is soon cut off, | and we | fly a- | way. 

11 Who knoweth the power | of thine | 

anger ? || Even according to thy fear, [ 
so— | is thy | wrath. 



CHAXTS. 473 

12 So teach us to j number our | days, || That 
we may apply our | hearts — | unto | 
wisdom. 

Glory be to the Father, | and to the | Son,|| 
And to the 1 Ho- | ly | Ghost; 

As it was in the beginning, is now, and j 
ever shall | be, || World | with-out j end, 
A- | men. 

652 Jubilate Deo. 

1 Make a joyful noise unto the Lord, | all ye [ 

lands; || Serve the Lord with gladness; 
come before his | pres-ence | with — | 
singing. 

2 Know ye that the Lord | he is | God : || It is 

he that hath made us, and not we our- 
selves; we are his people, | and the | 
sheep of his | pasture. 

3 Enter into his gates with thanksgiving, and 

into his | courts with | praise ; || be thank- 
ful unto him, | and — | bless his | name. 

4 For the Lord is good ; his mercy is | ev-er- | 

lasting, || and his truth endureth to I 
all — | gen-er- | ations. 

5 Glory be to the Father, land to the | Son, || 

and to the | Ho- | ly | Ghost ; 

6 As it was in the beginning, is now, and | 

ever shall | be, || world | with out | end, 
A- I men. 



474 CHANTS. 

t>«)«5 Nunc Dimittis. 

1 Loed, nowlettest thou thy servant de- j 

part in | peace || ac- | cord-ing | to thy | 
word; 

2 For mine | eyes have | seen || thy | — sal- | 

va- — | tion, 

3 Which thou | hast pre- | pared || before the | 

face of | all — | people. 

4 A light to | light-en the | Gentiles || and the 

glory | of thy | people | Israel. Glory be 
to the Father, | and to the j Son, || and to 
the | Ho | -ly | Ghost; As it was in the be- 
ginning, is now, and | ever shall | be, || 
world | with-out | end, A- | men. 

o54 Psalm ciii. 

1 Bless the Lord, | O my | soul: || And all 

that is within me, | bless his | holy | 
name. 

2 Bless the Lord, | O my | soul, || And for- | 

get not | all his | benefits : 

3 Who forgiveth all | thine in- | equities ; || 

Who | healeth all | thy dis- | eases ; 

4 Who redeemeth thy life | from de- | struc- 

tion , || Who orowneth thee with loving- | 
kindness and | tender | mercies. 

5 The Lord is merci- | ful and | gracious, |[ 

Slow to anger, and | plente | ous in | 
mercy. 



CHANTS. 475 

6 He hath not dealt with us | after our | 

sins; || Nor rewarded us ac- | cording 
to | our in- | iquities. 

7 For as the heaven is high a- | bove the | 

earth, || So great is his mercy toward | 
them that | fear — | him. 

8 As far as the east is | from the | west, || So 

far hath he removed | our trans- | gres- 
sions | from us. 

9 Like as a father | pitieth his | children, || 

So the Lord pitieth | them that | fear — | 
him. 

10 Glory be to the Father, | and to the | Son, || 
And to the | Ho- | ly | Ghost; As it was in 
the beginning, is now, and | ever shall | 
be, || World | with-out | end, A-men. 

655 Matt. vi. 9-13. 

1 Our Father, who art in heaven, | hallowed | 

be thy | name ; || thy kingdom come, thy 
will be done on | earth, as it | is in | 
heaven ; 

2 Give us this | day our | daily | bread ; || and 

forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive | 
them that | trespass a- | gainst us. 

S And lead us not into temptation, but de- [ 
liver | us from | evil; || for thine is the 
kingdom, and the power, and the | glory y 
for- I ever. A- I men. 



DOXOLOGIES. 



656 l. m. 

Peaise God, from whom all blessings flow ; 
Praise him, all creatures here below ; 
Praise him above, ye heavenly host ; 
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 

Bp. Thomas Ken (1 637-1711. > 

657 l.m. 

To God the Father, God the Son, 
And God the Spirit, Three in One, 
Be honor, praise, and glory given, 
By all on earth, and all in heaven. 

Rev. Isaac Waits (1674-1748.) 

658 L. C. M. 

To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost 
Be praise amid the heavenly host, 

And in the church below : 
From whom all creatures draw their breathy 
By whom redemption blessed the earth, 

From whom all comforts flow. 

659 L.P.H. 

Now to the great and sacred Three, 
The Father, Son, and Spirit, be 

Eternal power and glory given, 
Through all the worlds where God is known, 
By all the angels near the throne, 
And all the saints in earth and heaven. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 
476 



DOXOLOGIES. 477 

660 C M. 

To Fathek, Son, and Holy Ghost, 

One God whom we adore, 
Be glory as it was, is now, 

And shall be evermore. 

Tate and Brady, 1696. 

661 c. m. 

Let God the Father, and the Son, 

And Spirit be adored, 
Where there are works to make him known*. 

Or saints to love the Lord. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 

662 s. m. 

To God the Father, Son, 
And Spirit, One and Three, 

Be glory, as it was, is now, 
And shall forever be. 

Rev. John Wesley (1703-1791.), 

663 s. m. 

Give to the Father praise, 

Give glory to the Son, 
And to the Spirit of his grace 

Be equal honors done. 

Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748.) 



664 



H. M. 

To God the Father's throne 

Perpetual honors raise ; 
Glory to God the Son ; 

To God the Spirit, praise : 
With all our powers, eternal King, 
While faith adores thy name we sing. 



478 ^DOXOXOGIES. 



665 



666 



7s. 

Sing we to our God above, 
Praise eternal as his love ; 
Praise him, all ye heavenly host, 
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 

Rev. Charles Wesley (1708-1788.) 



7s. 

Holy Father, holy Son, 
Holy Spirit, Three in One ! 
Glory as of old to thee 
Now and evermore shall be. 



667 



7s, 6 L 

Peaise the name of God most high, 
Praise him, all below the sky, 
Praise him, all ye heavenly host, 
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost; 
As through countless ages past, 
Evermore his praise shall last. 

Anon. , 1827. 



668 



7s, 6 1. 

God the Father, God of grace, 
Saviour, bom of mortal race, 
Comforter, our Life and Light, 
One in essence, love and might ; 
Thee, whom all in heaven adore, 
We would worship evermore. 

Rev. Ray Palmer (1808-1887.) 



DOXOLOGIES. 479 

669 rs,D. 

Peaise our glorious King and Lord, 
Angels waiting on his word, 
Saints that walk with him in white., 
Pilgrims walking in his light ; 
Glory to the eternal One, 
Glory to his only Son, 
Glory to the Spirit be 
Xow and through eternity. 
Rev. Alexander Ramsay Thompson <1822— ), 186$ 

670 7s & 6s, D. Trochaic. 

Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 

One God whom we adore. 
Join we with the heavenly host, 

To praise thee evermore ; 
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INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 



HYMN. 

Abide with me, fast falls the eventide, . . 288 
A broken heart, my God, my King, . . .283 

According to thy gracious word, 503 

A charge to keep I have, 334 

A few more years shall roll, 644 

A glory gilds the sacred page, 304 

Alas, and did my Saviour bleed, 73 

Alleluia, Alleluia, hearts to heaven, . . . 395 
All hail the power of Jesus' name, .... 420 
All people that on earth do dwell, .... 1 
All praise to thee my God this night, . . . 244 

All that I was, my sin, my guilt, 70 

Alone with Jesus, oh! how sweet, . . . .173 
Along the mountain track of life, .... 401 
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, . . 337 

Am I a soldier of the cross, 339 

And canst thou sinner slight, 328 

And is it so, a little while, 593 

And is there, Lord, a rest, 591 

Angels from the realms of glory, 352 

Angels rejoiced and sweetly sung, .... 345 

Angels roll the rock away, 397 

Angel voices ever singing, 137 

Approach, my soul, the mercy seat, ... 247 

Arm of the Lord, awake, awake, 551 

Art thou weary, art thou languid, .... 185 

A safe stronghold, our God is still, .... 4 

483 



43-1 INDEX OF FIEST LINES. 

Ascend thy throne, Almighty King, . . . 546 

Ask ye what great thing I know, 449 

Asleep in Jesus, blessed sleep, 637 

As pants the hart for cooling streams, . .152 
As when the weary traveller gains, . . . .609 

At even, ere the sun was set, 287 

At the door of mercy sighing, 443 

Awaked by Sinai's awful sound, 567 

Awake, ye saints, awake, 232 

Awake, my soul, and with the sun, . . . .273 

Awake, my soul, in joyful lays, 243 

Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve, . . 338 
Awake, sweet gratitude, and sing, .... 382 

Before Jehovah's awful throne, 3 

Behold a stranger at the door, 489 

Behold the man, how glorious he, .... 514 

Behold the sin-atoning Lamb, 513 

Behold what wondrous grace, 150 

Be still, my soul ; the Lord is on thy side, 36 
Beyond the smiling and the weeping, . . . 594 
Beyond the smiling and the weeping (chant ) , 649 

Blessed country, home of Jesus, 142 

Blessed Saviour, thee I love, 510 

Bless, O my soul, the living God, .... 254 
Bless the Lord, O my soul (chant), .... 654 

Blest are the sons of peace, 52 

Blest be the tie that binds, 53 

Blest be thy love, dear Lord, 268 

Blest Comforter Divine, . . 327 

Blest Jesus, when thy cross I view, . . . 374 

Blow ye the trumpet, blow 27 

Brethren while we sojourn here, 169 

Brief life is here our portion, 623 



INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 485 

HYMN. 

Brightest and best of the sons of the morn- 
ing, 357 

Brightly gleams our banner, 342 

By angels in heaven of every degree, . . .392 
By cool Siloam's shady rill, 555 

Calm me, my God, and keep me calm, . . 69 
Calm on the listening ear of night, .... 349 

Children of the heavenly King, 17 

Chosen not for good in me, 398 

Christian, seek not yet repose, 136 

Christian see the orient morning, .... 531 

Christ is coming, let creation, 419 

Christ the Lord is risen to-day, 390 

Christ whose glory fills the skies, .... 241 
Come, Christian brethren, ere we part, . . 256 
Come, dearest Lord, descend and dwell, . 274 

Come, every pious heart, 330 

Come, Holy Ghost, and through each heart, 177 
Come, Holy Ghost, Creator, come, .... 314 

Come, Holy Ghost, in love, 316 

Come, Holy Ghost, our hearts inspire, . . 326 
Come, Holy Spirit, calm my mind, .... 325 

Come, Holy Spirit, come, 329 

Come, Holy Spirit, Heavenly Dove, . . .313 

Come hither all ye weary souls, 477 

Come, humble sinner, in whose breast, . . 480 

Come let us anew, 217 

Come let us join with one accord, . . . .195 

Come, my Redeemer, come, 38 

Come, my soul, thy suit prepare, .... 187 

Come, O Creator, Spirit blest, 322 

Come, Sacred Spirit from above, 116 

Come sound his praise abroad, 45 



486 INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 

HYMN. 

Come, thou Almighty King, 236 

Come, thou Fount of every blessing, ... 47 

Come, thou long expected Jesus, 49 

Come, thou soul-transforming spirit, . . . 269 

Come to our poor nature's night, 320 

Come unto me, ye weary, 485 

Come, weary souls, with sin distrest, . . . 478 

Come, we who love the Lord, 46 

Come, we disconsolate, where'er ye lan- 
guish, 484 

Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched, . . 482 

Come, ye thankful people, come, 219 

Come, ye weary sinners, come, 494 

Command thy blessing from above, . . . 295 
Crown his head with endless blessing, . . 5 

Daughter of Zion, awake from thy sad- 
ness, 527 

Day of judgment, day of wonders, .... 562 
Days and moments quickly flying, . . . .138 

Dear Refuge of my weary soul, 175 

Dear Saviour, bless us ere we go, .... 262 
Dear Saviour, if these lambs should stray, 557 

Dear Saviour, we are thine, 505 

Deep in our hearts let us record, 521 

Delay not, delay not, O sinner draw near, 493 

Depth of mercy, can there be, 523 

Did Christ o'er sinners weep ? 149 

Disowned of heaven, by man oppressed, . 552 
Do not I love thee, O my Lord? ..... 457 
Dread Sovereign, let my evening song,. . 246 

Early, my God, without delay 154 

Earth with its dark and dreadful ills, . . . 583 



IXDEX OF FIEST LINES. 487 

HYMN. 

Eternal Father, strong to save, 221 

Eternal Spirit, source of light, 239 

Everlasting arms of love, 468 

Ever, my Lord, with thee, 133 

Fade, fade each earthly joy, 464 

Fading, still fading, the last beam is 

fading, 279 

Far as thy name is known, 6 

Far from my heavenly home, 575 

Father, how wide thy glory shines, . . . . 13 

Father, I long, I faint to see, 167 

Father, in thy mysterious presence kneel- 
ing, 260 

Father, let thy smiling face, 264 

Father of all, whose love profound, ... 9 
Father of mercies, bow thine ear, .... 281 

Father of mercies, in thy word, 311 

Father, whate'er of earthly bliss, 67 

Fierce raged the tempest o'er the deep,. . 470 
For all the saints who from their labors rest, 578 
For thee, oh ! dear, dear country, .... 620 

Forever here my rest shall be, 430 

Forever with the Lord, 577 

Fountain of grace, rich, full and free, . . 176 
Frequent the day of God returns, .... 226 

Friend after friend departs, 631 

From all that dwell below the skies, . . . 280 
From every stormy wind that blows,. . . 293 

From the cross uplifted high, 473 

From Greenland's icy mountains, .... 537 

Galilean King and Prophet, 442 

Gently, Lord, oh! gently lead us, . . . .451 



488 IXDEX OF FIEST LIXES. 

HYMN. 

Gently, my Saviour, let me down, .... 638 
Give me the wings of faith to rise, .... 598 

Give to the Father praise, . 108 

Give to the winds thy fears, , . 576 

Glorious things of thee are spoken, . . t , 544 

Glory be to God on high, , , 645 

Glory be to the Father (chant), 64^ 

Glory to God, the lofty strain, , 350 

God be merciful unto us (chant), 647 

God calling yet! shall I not hear, . . . ,122 
God eternal, Lord of all, ... • . . . , 85 

God in the gospel of his Son, ; 309 

God moves in a mysterious way, 99 

God my supporter and my hope, 182 

God of our salvation, hear us, ...... 156 

God reveals his presence, 190 

God with us ! O glorious name, 79 

Go to dark Gethsemane, 363 

Go to the grave in all thy glorious prime, 630 

Grace, 'tis a charming sound, 44 

Gracious Spirit, love divine, 319 

Great God, attend while Zion sings, ... 10 
Great God, how infinite art thou, .... -96 

Great Jehovah, we adore thee, 272 

Great Ruler of the land and sea, 222 

Guide me, O thou great Jehovah, .... 155 

Hail, my ever-blessed Jesus, .413 

Hail, thou once despised Jesus, 410 

Hail the day that sees him rise, 388 

Hail to thee, our risen King,. ..... .394 

Hail, tranquil hour of closing day, .... 245 

Hark, hark, my soul! angelic songs are 
swelling, 573 



INDEX OF FIEST LINES. 489 

HYMN. 

Hark, my soul, it is the Lord, 517 

Hark, ten thousand harps and voices, . .417 
Hark, the glad sound, the Saviour comes, 356 

Hark, the herald angels sing, 347 

Hark, the judgment trumpet sounding,. . 563 

Hark, the song of jubilee, 393 

Hark, the sound of holy voices chanting, 569 
Hark, the voice of love and mercy, . . . .497 
Hark, what mean those holy voices, . . . 351 

Hasten, Lord, the glorious time, 540 

Hasten, O sinner, to be wise, 490 

Hear my prayer, O heavenly Father, . . . 286 

Hearts of stone, relent, relent, 366 

He dies, the Friend of sinners dies, . . .376 
He has come, the Christ of God, .... 348 

High in yonder realms of light, 589 

His are a thousand sparkling rills, .... 372 

Holy Father, cheer our way, 242 

Holy Father, hear our cry, 80 

Holy Ghost, with light divine, 318 

Holy, holy, holy Lord! God almighty, . . 24 
Holy, holy, holy Lord,' God of Hosts, . . 11 
Holy, holy, holy Lord, in the highest, . . 78 

Holy Spirit, Lord of light, 315 

How beauteous on the mountains, .... 538 
How blest the righteous when he dies, . . 640 
How calm and beautiful the morn, .... 383 
How can I sink, with such a prop, .... 75 
How did my heart rejoice to hear, .... 297 
How firm a foundation, ye saints of the, . 109 

How gentle God's commands, 487 

How pleasant, how divinely fair, . . . • 284 
How precious is the book divine, . . . .310 
How oft, alas, this wretched heart, ... 71 



490 INDEX OF FIEST LINES. 

HYMN. 

How shall I follow him I serve, 369 

How shall I praise the eternal God, ... 97 
How still and peaceful is the grave, . . . 636 
How sweet and awful is the place, .... 501 
How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound, . 32 
How sweet the name of Jesus sounds, . . 436 
How sweet to be allowed to pray, . . . .118 
How tedious and tasteless the hours, . . . 144 

I am not worthy, holy Lord, 455 

I bless the Christ of God, 453 

I could not do without thee, 202 

I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be, . . 208 
If human kindness meets return, .... 502 
If through unruffled seas, ........ 624 

I have no hiding place, 54 

I heard the voice of Jesus say, 84 

I hear thy welcome voice, 446 

I lay my sins on Jesus, 429 

I left it all with Jesus long ago, 61 

I'll praise my Maker with my breath, . . 22 

I love thy kingdom, Lord, 529 

I love to steal awhile away, 130 

I'm a pilgrim, and I'm a stranger, .... 584 

I'm but a stranger here, 613 

I'm not ashamed to own my Lord, .... 439 
In all my vast concerns with thee, .... 131 
In every trouble sharp and strong, . . . .153 

In evil long I took delight, 438 

In the Christians' home in glory, .... 606 

Inspirer and Hearer of prayer, 134 

In the cross of Christ I glory, ...... 408 

In the dark and cloudy day, .172 

In the hour of trial, 92 



INDEX OF FIEST LINES. 491 

HTMN. 

In thy great name, O Lord, we come, . . 277 
Is there a thing beneath the sun, .... 422 
It came upon the midnight clear, .... 343 

It is not death to die, 632 

I was a wandering sheep, 28 

I would not live alway, I ask not to stay, 600 

Jerusalem, my happy home, 602 

Jerusalem the glorious, 617 

Jerusalem the golden, 622 

Jesus, and shall it ever be, 444 

Jesus, full of all compassion, 425 

Jesus, hail, enthroned in glory, 411 

Jesus is gone above the skies, 522 

Jesus, I love thy charming name, .... 456 

Jesus, I my cross have taken, 440 

Jesus, Jesus, visit me 112 

Jesus, Lamb of G-od for me, 365 

Jesus lives, no longer now, 386 

Jesus, lover of my soul, 431 

Jesus, Master, hear me now, 518 

Jesus, Master, whom I serve, 511 

Jesus, merciful and mild, 86 

Jesus, my Saviour, bind me fast, .... 471 

Jesus, my Saviour, look on me, 426 

Jesus, name of wondrous love, 454 

Jesus only, when the morning, 460 

Jesus, Saviour, pilot me, 95 

Jesus shall reign where'er the sun, . . . 536 
Jesus, these eyes have never seen, .... 435 

Jesus, the very thought of thee, 458 

Jesus, thou art the sinner's Friend, . . • 472 

Jesus, thou joy of loving hearts, 520 

Jesus, we are far away, 525 



4:92 INDEX OF FIEST LINES. 

HYMN. 

Jesus, we look to thee, 461 

Jesus, while our hearts are bleeding, . . .607 

Jesus, who knows full well, 402 

Joined in one Spirit, to one Head 58 

Joy to the world, the Lord is come, . . . 355 

Just as I arn, without one plea, 427 

Just as thou art, without one trace, . . . 475 

Kingdoms and thrones to God belong, . .379 

Lead, kindly light, amid the encircling 

gloom, 171 

Lead us, heavenly Father, lead us, . . . 157 
Let God the Father, and the Son, .... 230 
Let me be with thee, where thou art, . . 194 
Let me but hear my Saviour say, .... 93 
Let worldly minds, the world pursue, . . 433 

Let Zion's watchmen all awake, 196 

Life is a span, a fleeting hour, 559 

Life of the world, I hail thee, 371 

Lift up to God, the voice of praise, ... 19 
Lift up your heads, eternal gates, .... 353 
Light of those whose dreary dwelling, . . 462 

Like the eagle, upward, onward, 409 

Lo, God is here, let us adore, 255 

Lo, he comes, with clouds descending, . . 560 
Lo, he cometh, countless trumpets, . . . 561 
Lo, I behold the scattering shades, . . . 582 
Lo, Jesus, the Saviour, in mercy draws 

near, 496 

Lo, on a narrow neck of land, 568 

Lo, the stone is rolled away, 387 

Lo, what a glorious sight appears, .... 581 
Look, ye saints, the sight is glorious, . . 389 



INDEX OF FIEST LINES. 493 

HYMN. 

Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing, .... 271 

Lord, I am thine, entirely thine, 94 

Lord, I believe, thy power I own, .... 62 

Lord, I cannot let thee go, 623 

Lord, I have made thy word my choice, . 307 
Lord, I hear of showers of blessing, . . . 180 
Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear, . . 227 

Lord, in this thy mercy's day, 298 

Lord, now lettest thou thy servant 

(chant), 653 

Lord of earth, thy forming hand, 35 

Lord of every land and nation, 452 

Lord of the worlds above, 235 

Lord, speak to me, that I may speak, . . 141 
Lord, thou art my Rock of Strength, . . . 170 

Lord, thou has been our (chant), 651 

Lord, we come before thee now, 192 

Lord, when with dying lips my prayer is 

said 580 

Love divine, all love excelling, 158 

Majestic sweetness sits enthroned, .... 405 
Make a joyful noise unto the Lord (chant), 652 

Mary to the Saviour's tomb, 400 

May he by whose kind care we meet, . . . 291 
May the grace of Christ, our Saviour, . .160 
'Mid scenes of confusion and creature com- 
plaints, 616 

More love to thee, O Christ, 465 

Mortals awake, with angels join, 340 

Must Jesus bear the cross alone ? . . . . 421 

My days are gliding swiftly by, 592 

My dear Redeemer and my Lord, .... 361 
My faith looks up to thee, 612 



494 INDEX OF FIEST LINES. 

My God, how endless is thy love ! . . . . 114 

My God, is any hour so sweet ? 290 

My God, my Father, blissful name, . . . 63 
My God and Father, while I stray, .... 292 

My God, permit me not to be, 294 

My God, the Spring of all my joys, .... 228 

My gracious Redeemer, I love, 145 

My hope is built on nothing less, .... 64 

My Saviour, as thou wilt, 40 

My Saviour, my Almighty Friend, .... 434 

My sins, my sins, my Saviour, 82 

My soul, be on thy guard, 336 

My soul, how lovely is the place, 275 

My spirit longs for thee, 39 

My Spirit, on thy care, 29 

Nature with open volume stands, . . . .198 

Nearer, my God, to thee, 132 

No more, my God, I boast no more, . . .199 

Not all the blood of beasts, 367 

Not so in haste, my heart, , 51 

Not worthy, Lord, to gather up the crumbs, 500 

Now begin the heavenly theme, 416 

Now be the gospel banner, 550 

Now from labor and from care, 252 

Now from the altar of our hearts, .... 278 

Now is the accepted time, 488 

Now let our cheerful eyes survey, .... 381 
Now let our souls on wings sublime, . . . 627 
Now let the children of the saints, .... 556- 
Now lift we hymns of heartfelt praise to 

thee, 280 

Now to the Lord a noble song, . . . . . . 378 

Now the day is over, 189 



INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 495 

HYMN* 

ZSTow to thy sacred house, 233 

O blessed feet of Jesus, 506 

O Bread, to pilgrims given, 507 

O cease, my wandering soul 55 

O Christ, with each returning morn, . . . 267 
O come, let us-sing unto the Lord (chant), 646 

O could I find from day to day, 72 

O day of rest and gladness, 258 

O eyes that are weary and hearts that are 

sore, 601 

O for a glance of heavenly day 181 

O for a heart to praise my God, 68 

O God, our help in ages past, 98 

O God, the Rock of Ages, 619 

O happy day, that fixed mv choice, . . . 448 

O holy Lord, our God, 237 

O holy Saviour, Friend unseen, 174 

O how happy are they, 50 

O how I love thy holy law 306 

O Jesus, let thy kingdom come 535 

O Jesus, Saviour, Sweet Desire, 135 

O Jesus, thou art standing, 83 

O Jesus, we adore thee, 377 

O land of rest, for thee I sigh, 605 

O Lord of hosts, whose glory fills, .... 214 

O Lord, impart thyself to me, 76 

O love, that will not let me go, 193 

O mother, dear Jerusalem, 603 

O Paradise, O Paradise, 615 

O sacred head, once wounded, 370 

O Sun of Righteousness divine, 139 

O Spirit of the living God, 553 

O thou, my light, my life, my joy, .... 60 



496 INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 

HYMN. 

O thou, that nearest the prayer of faith, . 565 
O thou, the contrite sinner's friend, ... 30 
O thou, to whose all-searching sight, ... 88 
O thou, who driest the mourner's tear, . . 203 
O thou, whose own vast temple stands, . .218 
O thou, whose tender mercy hears, .... 406 

O word of God, incarnate, 308 

O'er the gloomy hills of darkness, .... 542 

Oft in danger, oft in woe, Ill 

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bless the Lord, my soul, 403 

come all ye faithful, 358 

could I speak the matchless worth, . 412 
deem not they are blest alone, . . . .124 

for a closer walk with God, 65 

for a faith that will not shrink, . . .117 
for a thousand tongues to sing, . . . 437 

for the death of those, 635 

gift of gifts, oh ! grace of faith, . . . 20.> 
if my soul were formed for woe, ... 77 

land relieved from sorrow, 621 

speed thee, Christian, on thy way, . . 340 
sweetly breathe the lyres above, . . . 447 

that I could forever dwell, 89 

that I knew the secret place, .... 66 
that my load of sin were gone, . . .184 
that the Lord would guide my ways, 14 

where shall rest be found ? 625 

worship the King, all glorious above, 18 

One sweetly solemn thought, 643 

One there is above all others, 441 

On Jordan's rugged banks I stand, . . . .618 

On the mountain top appearing, 545 

Onward, Christian soldiers, . 341 

Our Father, who art in heaven (chant), . 655 



INDEX OF FIEST LINES. 497 

HYMN. 

Our times are in thy hand, 104 

Our yet unfinished story, 91 

Peace, perfect peace, in this dark world of 

sin, 186 

People of the living God, 414 

Rlgrim, burdened with thy sin, 495 

Pleasant are thy courts above, 234 

Plunged in a gulf of dark despair, .... 450 
Praise God, from whom all blessings 

flow, 2, 178 

Praise the God of all creation (Doxol- 

ogy), 302, 418 

Praise the Lord, ye heavens adore him, . 34 

Praise to God, immortal praise, 212 

Praise to thee, thou great Creator, .... 21 
Praise waits in Zion, Lord, for thee, ... 23^ 
Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, .... 179 
Prince of Peace, control my will, .... 524 

Religion is the chief concern, 165 

Rejoice, the Lord is King, 26 

Return, O wanderer, return, 491 

Rise, crowned with light, imperial Salem, 

rise, 526 

Rise, glorious conqueror, rise, 399 

Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings, . . 586 
Rock of Ages, cleft for me, , 364 

Safely through another week, 225 

Saints of God, the dawn is brightening, . . 543 

Salvation ! oh, the joyful sound, 57 

Saviour, again to thy dear name we raise, 261 
Saviour, breathe an evening blessing, . . . 301 
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498 IXDEX OF FIEST LIXES. 

HYMN 

Saviour, hast thou fled forever? 162 

Saviour, I follow on, 466 

Saviour, sprinkle many nations, 548 

Saviour, visit thy plantation, 159 

Saviour, when in dust to thee, 404 

Say, sinner, hath a voice within, 334 

See, the conqueror mounts in triumph, . . 415 

Servant of God, well done, 542 

Shepherd, with thy tenderest love,. . • . 396 
Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing,. . 359 
Show pity, Lord; O Lord, forgive, . . . 115 

Sing we to our God above, 188 

Sinners, will you scorn the message ?. . . 498 

Sinners, turn, why will- ye die ? 499 

Sion stands with hills surrounded, .... 541 

Slowly sinks the setting sun, 191 

Softly fades the twilight ray, 249 

Softly now the light of day, 250 

Soldiers of Christ, arise, 335 

Sometimes a light surprises, 146 

Son of God, to thee I cry, 360 

Sovereign of worlds, display thy power, . 547 

Sovereign Ruler of the skies, 110 

Sow in the morn thy seed, 330 

Spirit blest, who art adored 317 

Stand up, my soul, shake off thy fears,. . 333 
Star of peace, to wanderers weary, .... 223 

Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay, 323 

Summer suns are glowing, 163 

Sun of my soul, thou Saviour, dear, . . . 266 
Sure, the blest Comforter is nigh, .... 321 
Swell the anthem, raise the song, . . . .213 
Sweet is the memory of thy grace, .... 121 
Sweet is the work, my God, my King, , , 8 



INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 490 

HYMN. 

Sweet is the work, O Lord, 382 

Sweet the moments, rich in blessing,. . . 424 

Take me, O my Father, take me, .... 161 

Take my life and let it be, 90 

Tarry with me, O my Saviour, 164 

Ten thousand times ten thousand, .... 585 

The church's one foundation, 532 

The day is past and gone, 299 

The day of resurrection, 259 

The Father and the Son, 151 

The Head that was once crowned with 

thorns, 407 

The heavens declare thy glory, Lord, . . 282 
The Lord is my Shepherd, no want, . . . 201 

The Lord Jehovah reigns, 25 

The Lord my pasture shall prepare, . . . 240 

The Lord my Shepherd is, 106 

The Lord's my Shepherd, I'll not want, . 129 

The morning light is breaking, 549 

The morning purples all the sky, .... 384 

The pity of the Lord, 148 

The promises I sing, 37 

The saints of God, from death set free,. . 597 

The sands of time are sinking, 590 

The spacious firmament on high, .... 7 

The Spirit in our hearts, 486 

The voice of free grace cries, "Escape," . 479 
There is a calm for those who weep, . . . 629 
There is a fountain filled with blood, . . . 504 
There is a God who reigns above, . . . .197 

There is a green hill far away, 375 

There is a happy land, far, far away,. . . 614 
There is a heavenly mercy-seat, 103 



500 INDEX OF FIEST LINES. 

ETMN. 

There is an hour of peaceful rest, .... 593 

There is a safe and secret place, 74 

There's a home for little children, .... 558 
There's a wideness in God's mercy, .... 43 
Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love, . 608 

Thine forever, God of love, 113 

This is the day the Lord hath made, . . . 229 
Thou art gone to the grave, but we, . . . 628 
Thou art my hiding place, O Lord, .... 248 
Thou art my portion, O my God, .... 15 

Thou art the way, to thee alone, 166 

Thou boundless source of every good, . . 119 
Thou hidden love of God, whose height, . 206 
Thou lovely Source of true delight, . . .312 
Thou only Sovereign of my heart, . . . .515 
Thou who roll'st the year around, .... 220 

Though faint yet pursuing, 200 

Though troubles assail, 204 

Three in One, and One in Three, .... 2o3 
Through all the changing scenes of life, •. 100 
Through all the downward tracks of time, 101 
Through the night of doubt and sorrow, . 20 
Thus far the Lord has led me on, . . . .123 
Thy Father's house, thine own bright 

home, 571 

Thy name, almighty Lord, 530 

Thy way, not mine, O Lord, 41 

Thy will be done (chant), 574 

Till he come ! oh ! let the words, .... 588 
'Tis by the faith of joys to come, . . . .125 
'Tis midnight, and on Olives' brow, . . . 362 

'Tis my happiness below, 210 

'"Tis finished," so the Saviour cried, . . 373 
'Tis not that I did choose thee, ..... 147 



INDEX OF FIKST LINES. 501 

HYMN. 

To-day the Saviour calls, 500 

*o Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, .... 168 
To God the Father, God the Son, .... 423 

To God the Father, Son, 56 

To-morrow, Lord, is thine, 105 

To thy pastures, fair and large, 81 

To thy temple, I repair, 265 

To us a child of hope is born, 354 

To whom, my Saviour, shall I go, . . . . 432 
True Bread of Life in pitying mercy given, 508 
'Twas on that dark, that doleful night, . . 512 

Unto thee Triune Jehovah, 215 

Unvail thy bosom, faithful tomb, .... 639 

Walk in the light, and thou shalt know, . 305 

Watchman, tell us of the night, 539 

We are watching, we are waiting, .... 463 
Weary of earth, and laden with my sin, . 579 

We cannot build alone, 218 

We come, O Lord, before thy throne, . . 224 

We give thee but thine own, 331 

We journey through a vale of tears, . . .102 
Wq saw thee not when thou didst come, . 459 
*' We shall see him," in our nature, . . . 385 
We sing his love, who once was slain, . . 641 
W r e speak of the realms of the blest, . . . 611 
We would see Jesus, when the shadows 

lengthen, 428 

Welcome, delightful morn, 231 

Welcome, sweet day of rest, 300 

Welcome, welcome, dear Redeemer, . . . 270 
What a Friend we have in Jesus, .... 42 
What equal honors shall we bring, . . . .143 



502 INDEX OF FIEST LINES. 

HYMN". 

What if our bark, o'er life's rough wave, . 128 
What is the thing of greatest price, . 
What shall I render to my God, . . . 
What various hindrances we meet, . 
When all thy mercies, O my God, . . 
When along life's thorny road, . . . 
When gathering clouds around I view, 
When I can read my title clear, . . . 
When I survey the wondrous cross, . 
When I view my Saviour bleeding, . 
When Jesus speaks, so sweet the sound, 
When languor and disease invade, . . 
When musing sorrow weeps the past, 
When streaming from the eastern skies, 
When the day of toil is done, . . . 
When the worn spirit wants repose, 
When this passing world is done, . 
When thou, my righteous Judge, shall 

come, 564 

Where high the heavenly temple stands, . 33 

. 47a 

. 344 
. 516 
.211 
.120 
. 140 
. 87 

. 65a 

. 634 

. 127 
. 492 



While life prolongs its precious light, 
While shepherds watched their flocks, 
While the prayers of saints ascend, . 
While with ceaseless course the sun, . 
Whilst thee I seek, protecting power, 
With broken heart, and contrite sigh, 
With tearful eyes I look around, . . . 
With tearful eyes, I look (chant), . . 
Why do we mourn departing friends, . 
Why should the children of a king, . 
Why will ye waste on trifling cares, . 



Te angels round the throne, . 368 

Ye angels, who stand round the throne, . 610' 



IXDEX OF FIEST LINES. 503 

HYMN. 

Ye Christian heralds, go proclaim, .... 533 
Ye servants of God, your Master proclaim, 391 
Ye servants of the Almighty King, . . . 534 

Ye that in his courts are found, 251 

Ye tribes of Adam join, 16 

Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor, . . . 481 

Yet there is room, 474 

Your harps, ye trembling saints, . . . .107 



INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 



Abide with me, 288. 

Activity in Christian Life, 330, 333, 334, 335. 

336, 338, 339, 340, 586. 
Adoption, 150. 
Adoration, 11, 78, 80, 85, 96, 97, 98, 137, 143, 

289. 
Advent. (See Christ.) 
Advocate, Divine, 33. 
Angel's Song, 137, 351, 352, 573. 
Ashamed of Christ, 444. 
Aspiration for God, 65, 66, 68, 72, 76, 167 y 

294. 
Assurance, 121, 570. 
Atonement, 49, 64, 73, 145, 198, 367, 445. 473, 

513. 

Backslider returning, 71. 

Baptism of Infants, 556, 557. 

Bethel, 190. 

Blessed Country, 142, 620. 

Bread of Life, 508. 

Brevity of Life, 138, 643, 644. 

Brevity of the Conflict, 593, 594, 619, 623, 644. 

Calling yet, 122. 
Calmness, 69. 
Calvary, 375. 

504 



IXDEX OF SUBJECTS. 505 

Cheer, 17, 111. 

Childhood, 555. 

Christ, Praise to, 5, 27, 48, 49, 378, 421. 

Christ, Birth, 343-359. 

Christ. (See Passion.) 

Christ, King, 353, 355, 356, 378, 379, 380, 385, 

391, 410, 420. 
Christ, Light, 241, 266. 
Christ, Our All, 166, 176, 426. 
Christ, Priest, 33, 381. 
Christ, Teacher, 32. 
Christ Enthroned, 386, 389, 395, 399, 405, 406, 

407, 411. 
Christ's Triumph, 389, 399, 415, 417, 419, 531, 

535, 536, 540, 553, 554. 
Church, The, 526, 527, 529, 532, 541, 544, 545. 
Come Unto Me, 84, 87, 169, 185, 485. 
Comfort, 127, 172, 203. 
Coming to Christ, 87, 161, 427, 443, 446. 
Communion Hymns, 501-525. 
Communion with Christ, 174. 
Compassion, Divine, 148, 149, 150. 
Confessing Christ, 444, 445, 448. 
Confession of Sin, 88. 
Confidence, 4, 37, 74, 75, 100, 104, 105, 134. 

170, 200, 204, 416, 570. 
Consecration, 90, 113, 422. 
Consolation in Sickness, 126. 
Corner-Stone, Laying, 214, 216. 
Coronation, 420. 
Courage, 20, 576. 
Creation, 7. 
Cross and Crown, 421. 
Cross-Bearing 210. 374, 421, 440. 



506 IXDEX OF SUBJECTS. 

Cross, The, 210, 408, 409, 445, 473. 
Cross, Worship at the, 424, 425. 

Dawn, 543, 545, 547. 

Death of a Child, 558, 559. 

Death of a Christian, 628, 629, 630, 631, 632, 

634, 635, 640, 642. 
Death Welcome to Believers, 600, 601, 627. 
Dangers of Delay, 493. 
Dedication of a Church, 215, 216, 218. 
Dependence upon Christ, 202. 
Devotion, 239, 254, 260, 268, 403. 
Divine Government, 6. 
Divine Light, 146. 
Dominion, God's, &5, 26. 
Door, Christ at the, 83, 489. 
Door of Mercy, 443. 
Drawing near to God, 192. 
Dying in Christ, 580, 583. 

Ebenezer, 123, 

Election of Grace, 147, 398. 

Encouragement to Prayer, 187. 

Escape from Sin, 479. 

Evening, 191, 242, 249, 250, 252. 

Evening Praise, 244, 245, 246, 279, 286, 288, 

298, 299, 301. 
Exile, 107, 111, 575. 
Everlasting Arms, 468. 

Faith, 62, 64, 117, 125, 171, 205, 459, 612. 
Father, Heavenly, 78, 80. 
Fellowship, 58. 
Firm Foundation, 109. 



DTOEX OF SUBJECTS. 507 

forgiveness, 285. 

Fount of Blessing, 47, 176. 

Freedom, 213. 

Friend of Sinners, 30, 42, 341. 

Gethsemane, 362, 363. 

Giving to God, 331, 332. 

God's Kingdom, 25, 26, 110, 379, 393, 530. 

God's Presence, 255. 

Gospel, 32, 282. 

Grace, 44, 147, 337, 433. 

Gratitude, 12, 60, 114, 296, 382, 626. 

Grave, Peaceful, 636. 

Growth in Grace, 132. 

Guidance, 86, 155, 156, 157. 

Harvest Past, 496. 

Heaven, Anticipations of, 128, 133, 569, 571, 

611, 614. 
Heavenly Country, 604, 605, 620, 621. 
Heavenly Life, 599. 
Hiding Place, 54, 55. 
Holy Ghost, Invocation of, 116, 177, 239, 269, 

313, 314, 315, 316, 320, 322, 326, 329. 
Holy Spirit, 313-329. 
Home, Sweet Home, 616. 
House of God, 234, 235, 265, 275, 284, 297. 
House of many Mansions, 571, 577. 

Illumination, 139. 
Immanuel's Land, 590. 
Incarnation, 79. 
Indwelling, Divine, 38, 141. 
intercession, 92. 



508 INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 

Invitations, 169, 251, 473, 475-500. 
Invocation, 173, 237, 264, 274, 295. 

Jerusalem, New, 581, 602, 603, 617, 622. 
Jesus is Mine, 464. 
Jews, Conversion of, 552. 
Journeying Heavenward, 217, 613. 
Tn T~)i Iff y^ (*r\ t* of 27 

Judgment, The,' 560, 561, 562, 563, 564, 565, 
567, 568. 

Lead, Kindly Light, 171. 

Lead Me, 86. 

Longing for Christ, 39, 112, 135, 144, 145, 152, 

153, 154, 162, 193, 194, 206, 401, 402, 435, 

436. 
Longing for Heaven, 602, 603, 608, 609, 615, 

616, 618. 
Love Divine, 158, 193, 268. 
Love for Christ, 447, 458, 460, 461, 462, 465, 

466, 468, 471, 472, 550. 
Loving Kindness, 243. 

Marriage Feast, 474. 

Mercy, God's, 43. 

Mercy Seat, 103, 173, 247, 248, 257, 293. 

Ministering Angels, 134. 

Missions, 533-553. 

Morning Hymn, 243, 258, 273, 384. 

Mysteries of Providence, 99. 

Nature and Grace, 13, 198. 
Nature's Praise, 7, 282. 
Nativity, Hymns of the, 343-359. 



INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 509 

Nearer Home, 643. 
Nearer to God, 132, 401. 
New Year, 211, 217, 220. 

Obedience, 50. 
Omniscience, 131. 
Palestine, 142 

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Parting Hymns, 259, 261, 262, 269, 271. 

Pasturage Divine, 81, 106, 129, 201, 240. 

Passion of Christ, 360-377. 

Pastoral Office, 196. 

Patience, 36, 51. 

Peace in God, 186. 

Pilgrimage, 20, 584, 613. 

Pilotage, 95, 584. 

Pity of the Lord, 148, 149. 

Pleading for Mercy, 140, 404. 

Praise, 1, 3, 16, 19, 21, 22, 23, 34, 35, 45, 46,. 

280. 
Praise to Christ, 412, 413, 437, 438, 489, 447. 

452, 453, 454. 
Prayer, 179. 
Prayer, Hour of, 290. 
Preachers, Prayer for, 281. 
Presence of Christ in Sorrow, 164. 
Promises, 37. 
Protection, 109, 110, 146. 
Providence, 99, 101, 102, 120, 123, 124. 197, 

204. 

Receiving Christ, 83. 

Refuge, Divine, 54, 55, 74, 175, 209, 425, 431. 
432. 



1)10 INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 

Reflection, Religious, 130. 

Rejoicing in Christ, 50, 464. 

Religion, Importance of, 165. 

Remembrance of Grace, 28, 47, 84, 121. 

Renunciation of Self, 199. 

Repentance, 70, 71, 73, 77, 82, 88, 115, 140. 

•Resignation, 67, 92, 93, 118, 119, 207, 208, 292, 

574. 
Resting in Christ, 89, 182, 185, 429, 430, 625. 
Rest in Heaven, 591, 596, 606, 625. 
Resurrection of Christ, 259, 383, 384, 387, 388, 

390, 394, 397, 400. 
Revival, 159. 
Rock, The, 170, 364, 619. 

Sabbath, 225, 226, 227, 229, 231,233, 258, 276, 

300, 383, 388. 
Sabbath Worship, 8, 10, 23, 45. 
Sacred Head, 370, 407. 

Saints in Heaven, 578, 585, 589, 597, 598, 610. 
Salvation, 57. 
Scriptures, 304-312. 
Seamen, 221, 222, 223, 224. 
Second Coming of Christ, 49, 419, 582, 588, 

641. 
Seed Sowing, 330. 
Seeking Jesus, 428. 
Shepherding, Divine, 28, 81, 106, 129, 201, 396 

451. 
Shining Shore, 592. 
Sincerity, 15. , 
Sinners, Turn, 499. 
Sins Repented, 82. 
Sleep in Death, 637-640. 



INDEX OF SUBJECTS. 51 X 

Soldiers of Christ, 341, 342. 

Soul, Value of, 183. 

Sovereignty of God, 104, 105, 110, 113, 197. 

Storms, 207, 470, 624. 

Submission, 40, 41, 59, 607. 

Sun of Righteousness, 139, 241, 266. 

Supplication, 180, 263, 298, 371, 426. 

Support, Divine, 75, 182. 

Surrender, 38, 122, 414. 

Thanksgiving, 163, 212, 213, 219. 

Thv will be done, 40, 118, 292, 574. 

To-day, 500. 

Trinity, Invocation of, 236. 

Trinity, Praise to, 24, 253. 

Trinitv, Prayer to, 9. 

Trusty 29, 61, 63, 91, 107, 434. 

Union with People of God, 94. 

Unity, 52, 53. 

Universal Praise, 16, 21, 24, 34, 280. 

Waiting for God, 36, 51. 
Watchfulness, 136, 196, 463. 
Weariness of Earth, 579. 
Welcome to Christ, 270. 
Wideness of God's Mercy, 43. 
Worship, 6, 228 291. 



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